Before {Connor}
Turning off my car, I get out and walk up to the door. Knocking twice, I wait for her to open the door. When the door opens, I am expecting Harper to be there, not her mother. Confused, I ask her where Harper is. Mrs. Jones doesn't seem as happy as she usually is. She informs me that Harper is upstairs in her room, then walks away, leaving me to close the door. What is going on? I'm so worried. My pace begins to quicken as I lock the door behind me and run up the stairs. I reach the top and burst through her door. There she is, sitting on her bed, holding a letter in her hand, staring out the window. Slowly I walk towards her, cautious not to frighten her.
"Hey, Harper. What's going on? What is that?" I point to the letter in her hand and by now I am standing next to her. Slowly she looks up at me, handing me the paper in the process. I take the paper and read it for myself. My eyes widen.
"Is this for real?" I ask her. She merely nods her head. "This is amazing! I am so happy for you! Why are you so upset? You're going to London! This is fantastic, you've always wanted to go, and here's your chance. So stop moping and get off your butt. We gotta start packing"
As she continues to sit there I can feel myself becoming more and more frustrated. "Harper Ann Jones. Get off your rear end right now. If you don't want to pack now, fine. I totally understand, we'll go do something else. But you will not just sit here moping all afternoon. Get your shoes on you brat, we're going out."
A small smile on her face grows into a full on grin. She pretends to salute me. "Yes sir!" She laughs and pulls on her shoes, following me out of the house and back to my car.
YOU ARE READING
Rolly Polly
Teen FictionEveryone fantasizes about going abroad and falling in love. But what happens when you really do? Harper Jones has never been in love before, but when she goes to London for a summer internship, she meets Caden, a cheeky blond from Manchester. When...
