"Want a cup?" My mom asks, moving the screaming kettle off the hot burner.
"Sounds great," I say, still not entirely used to this season they call 'Fall' in the South.
I watch her as she busies herself with setting out mugs and pulling out honey (my favorite addition). Stirring the contents with a spoon, she pours me a cup and says, "What's going on? Excited for Macy's?"
"Pretty much."
"We'll record you."
"Thanks."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Julia, you are my daughter. I do understand a few things about you. What's bothering you?"
Do I risk it all? Should I just ask for permission, rather than forgiveness as usual?
After blowing on my hot drink and taking a sip, I say, "Well, there is one thing I should mention."
AN: Over!
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Untitled Marching Novella (Drabbles)
Novela JuvenilWork in progress for potential sequel/novella for Confessions of a Teenage Band Geek, by Courtney Brandt. I hope to release this in 2016. Characters are mine. Reviews and critiques are welcome.
