It is six-thirty A.M. on a cool San Francisco Saturday. I usually got up this early everyday, but today was different than other Saturdays. Today my brother and I had a meeting with our father, Charles Asher, and his attorney, and a meeting with my brothers English teacher at nine-thirty.
I looked at myself in my vanity mirror. I am 5'7, with brown hair that is currently dyed blue, and light blue eyes.
After looking at myself in the mirror I walked into my bathroom and started the shower. I grabbed some towels and set them on the sink. After that I brushed my teeth and hopped in the shower.
When I got out I wrapped my towels around myself, and walked down the hall to my brother, Zachary's, room. "Hey!" I yelled as I banged on the door. "Get the fuck up!" I heard fumbling through the door. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Zach asked when he opened the door. I looked at his shaggy hair and his ruffled boxers. He actually looked really adorable. He is 5'4, with light blue eyes, and long shaggy brown hair.
"You need to get dressed bud," I said while I adjusted my towel. "Why?" he questioned while scratching his head. "We have a meeting with dad and his attorney, and a meeting with your teacher today," I groaned. "Why can't mom go?" Zach asked while putting on some jeans. I walked back to my bathroom to put on some makeup. "She left for a business trip early this morning," I called down the hall.
"Oh I forgot," Zach putting on his tan work boots. I peeked out my bathroom door and said, "Wear a nice button down please." "Yes ma'am," he putting on one of his button downs.
Zach walked into my bathroom and grabbed a brush. "Can we get something to eat?" he asked brushing his hair back. "It's depends," I said as I put on mascara, "what time is it?" "Seven-thirty," he said walking in my room to see what clothes I had out. "Umm ... we can stop by a drive-thru," I said walking into my room as well.
"That's ok," he said handing me my bra and panties. "Thanks," I said grabbing my underwear. "Now close your eyes or turn around." "Why I'm you brother?" he asked confused. "Because we aren't little kids anymore, now turn around," I said. He did as I asked, but he usually does.
I put on a pure white dress, with black high-heel ankle boots, a grey leather jacket, and my black glasses. My blue hair fell over my shoulders and all the way down my back to my but. I and just dyed it a week ago. My hair was completely straight with no kinks or waves. Thanks to my flatiron.
"Ok you can turn around now," I told Zachary. He turned around and said, "You looked great, but why did you take your contacts out?" "Oh," I said while grabbing my ring and my purse off of my dresser, "my eyes were irritated." "Oh ok," Zach said.
"So," he said as we walked out the front door, "your car or mine?" I walked over to my 2012 Camaro and said, "Mine."
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"Why did you make me go to McDonalds for breakfast?" I asked Zach while I push the button labeled 20 on the elevator. "Because you said we could get whatever I wanted, and I was craving McDonalds breakfast burritos," he responded nudging me in the rib.
I looked at my IPhone 6S to see what time it was. It is seven-fifty five. It looks like we are gonna be right on time," I said as we stepped out of the elevator. We got to our father's office door, and when I tried to open it Zach grabbed my arm. "Are you excited to see him Kenzi?" Zach asked searching my eyes for an answer. "I don't know Z, I don't know," I whispered reaching for the door again.
When I opened it my dad shot up and walked over to us. "McKenzie, Zachary!" he exclaimed as he embraced us tightly. "Hi dad," Zach said with a smile. I looked up at my dad and said, "Hi Charles." My dad winced at what I said, but I hadn't called him dad out loud since we found out about his sexcapades.
"Well Zachary and McKenzie this is Claire Bennett, and Claire this is my son Zachary and my daughter McKenzie," Charles said to clear the air. When I turned to face Claire heart almost stopped. She was so beautiful. Claire is 5'4, with long black hair, and captivating bluish grey eyes. "Hi," she said shaking Zach's hand. She moved on to me and said, "It's really nice to meet you." Claire held my hand longer than any of us would have expected. It's like she felt the exact same way as I did in that moment.
"Umm...," Zach said awkwardly. "Oh," Claire jumped letting go of my hand, "let's get started." "Yes, let's start," Charles said.
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The Choice
عاطفيةMcKenzie Asher was your average young adult. She studied all week, crammed for exams, constantly went to job interviews, participated in family events, hung out with her friends all the time, and went clubbing on the weekends. That was until her lif...
