It Slipped

Chapter 1

As I walked out to get my mail from my mail box, I thought about my plans for this summer. As always, my family and I will go up to Moose Lake for the 4th of July. Then for the last 2 weeks of July my best friend, Marcy, and I are going to camp Wanna-hocka-lougie.

School had let out just a week ago and I was high on summertime already. Even though they're wasn't much to do in my small town in Tennessee, I just was enjoying the beautiful weather, soaking up the sun.

Looking around my little culdesac I spotted my neighbor, Trevor, mowing his parents' lawn.

"Hey Trevor!" I shouted over and waved.

"Oh, hi Winnie!" He yelled, using my old nickname. My real name is Samantha, but on Pajama Day in 5th grade I wore Winnie the Pooh pj's, since all my others were in the wash.

Everyone laughed at my childish clothes, and even the neighbors chuckled when I walked home from school wearing matching slippers. The next day, my classmates started calling me Winnie, and the name stuck.

You'd think I would hate that nickname, but I don't mind it. It's not like it's the worst thing that's happened to me. Crazy, painful, and random things happen to me all the time. I'm not lying.

The next thing I knew, I was tumbling down my drive way and onto my sidewalk. I guess it doesn't help that I'm a klutz.

Trevor ran across the street and grabbed my hand. He lifted me up and I brushed my self off.

"Wow, are you okay?" He said, brushing some stones off my shoulder.

"Uh, y-yeah. T-thanks." I stuttered, looking up into his bright blue eyes. He ruffled his short blonde hair and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"You seem like you're always falling!" He laughed, which made me laugh.

"Oh, shut up!" I smiled even broader and punched his arm playfully. He grabbed his arm and acted hurt.

"I've been hit!" He shouted, and started wobbling around like he was going to fall. Trevor and I have known each other since the sand box, and our family's are very close, so he's constantly coming over.

Finally, Trevor fell to the ground, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, playing dead. I just shook my head and laughed.

"You are so pathetic." I said, and he sat up and held his heart like I hurt his feelings. I held out my hand for him, so I could pull him up. He took it and said thanks.

"So, are you going to Greg and Hayley's party?" he questioned. Hayley and Greg were the most popular kids in school, and since they were twins, it was a boy/girl party.

"They're having a party?" I asked, and walked over to the mail box, the whole reason I went out there.

"Yup. Didn't you get an invitation?" I dug around in th mail, and finally found an envelope that says WINNIE on it.

"Oh, here it is." I said, sticking my finger in the hole and ripping the colorful paper open. Examining the card, I said. "Yeah, I think I'll be there."

"Great! See you there!" He said, and jogged across the street. I rushed back into the house.

"Mom! I got the mail!" I screamed and laid it on the table. My mother walked into the kitchen and picked it up, sorting through the trash and bills.

"Winnie, can't you just talk like a normal 14 year old girl, instead of screaming like a banshee?" She complained.

"Marcy screams, too, you know. Hey, Mom, could I go to Hayley Gaskley's pool party? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" I said and folded my hands in a begging manner.

"When is it?" She murmured, not even looking up.

"Saturday." I said, and quickly realized that was only two days away.

"I don't see why not. We just need to get you a new bathing suit."

"Really?! Thanks Mommy!" I shouted, then corrected myself. "Thanks Mommy!" I whispered. She just shook her head.

I grabbed a chocolate chip muffin and wandered into the living room, sitting next to my little brothers, Danny and Kyle.

"Eww, move away from me!" Danny said and pushed me away from him with his foot. They're only 7 , but they've got bad attitudes. He kept steering his steering wheel in Mario Kart, but nonetheless, he was losing.

"Hey, I'm not that gross!" I said with my mouth full of muffin. I ruffled their hair, Kyle's spiky brown do, and Danny's more relaxed, longer locks. Kyle scoffed at me and continued playing.

I finished my muffin and threw the wrapper away. Walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I found the door shut and locked.

"Les, hurry up!" I screamed through the door.

"I just got in here 10 minutes ago! It'll be awhile till I come out!" My 16 year old sister shouted back at me. I stomped off to my bedroom and laid on my bed. Sighing, I thought about calling Marcy. I decided that after I finish in the bathroom, I'll call her. I waited another 10 minutes, then ran back to the bathroom. The door was still locked and shut.

"Leslie Marie Brentwood, get your butt out of the bathroom!" I screamed at the bathroom door.

"Samantha Joyce Brentwood, I'm already out!" I turned around to see Leslie standing behind me, chomping on an apple.

"Then whose in the bathroom?" I questioned.

"Dad." She smirked.

I wasn't going to get in the bathroom today. Not until noon, at least.