Imprint in Time

Chapter Thirty-Two

Hey. So this chapter doesn't really have a lot of excitment and fantasy stuff in it, but it shows Tiffany as a normal teenager. And to be honest, this is kind've a filler plot because I'm trying to make the story as long as possible. It'll get more actiony later though. Trust me. :)

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Chapter Thirty-Two

The next morning, I was jostled awake by my mom.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Mom said. I grunted and rolled back over.

“Don’t make me pour water on you,” Mom said.

“You wouldn’t,” I said. I looked at her as she held a bucket in her hand.

“Oh, yes I would,” she said. I hurriedly jumped out of bed.

“Ok, I’m up,” I said.

“Good, because it wouldn’t have worked anyway,” she said as she turned the bucket over and nothing came out.

“You bluffer,” I said.

“Yup, now hurry and get dressed. Kira’s coming over in 30 minutes,” she told me.

“What time is it anyway?” I asked her.

“8:30,” she said.

“It is WAY too early to be up on a weekend,” I said.

“Honey, it’s your birthday and….”

“Well, then I should at least be able to sleep in on my birthday,” I said.

“Kira wants to do this for you,” she said.

“I know, but can’t she just take me to see John for my birthday?” I asked.

“That wouldn’t be healthy. You need to take a break for a little while. Now, get dressed,” she said as she closed my door. I sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it, but I won’t like it,”

I just managed to get my shirt over my head when my mom called from downstairs.

“Kira’s here!” she shouted. I looked at my phone for the time.

“It’s 9. I thought she was going to take me at 10,” I said to myself. I shrugged and went downstairs.

“Happy birthday!” Kira said as she ran up and hugged me.

“Thanks. Can we go now?” I asked.

“Gee. Someone’s cranky,” Kira said.

“She hasn’t had her 9 hours of sleep,” Mom chimed in.

“Ahh. I see. Well, let’s go wake you up. To the mall!” Kira shouted. She grabbed my hand and started pulling me out the door.

“Wait!” My mom called. “Before you go, I want you to open up your present,”

“Present?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. She handed me a Spongebob wrapped present.

“Spongebob? Seriously?” I asked.

“Hey, don’t diss Spongebob! I love him!” Kira said.

“Yea, no surprise there,” I said. I laughed and ripped the paper apart. Inside, to my astonishment, was a Hannah Montana jacket.

“Do you like it?” Mom asked me as I held it up.

Suddenly, Kira started laughing. I gave her a glare and she shut up.

“Thanks, mom. I love it,” I lied. “She’s awesome,” I said.

“Oh, you’re welcome. I looked around the whole store for one. I’m glad you like it,” she said.

“Yea, it’s great,” I lied again.

“WELL, we better get going. Bye, Mrs. Jones,” Kira said.

“Yea, bye mom,” I said. We were just about to close the door, when my mom said, “Wait! Don’t forget your jacket!”

I walked back in and took the jacket from my mom. “Oh, yea. Thanks,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t mention it. It’s chilly outside. I don’t want you to get a cold,” she said.

“Yea, we wouldn’t want that,” I said.

“Put it on for me! I want to see what you look in it!” she said. I reluctantly put it on.

“You look so darling!” she said. My mom was about to say something else, when Kira pulled me through the door. We made a mad dash for her car.

“Dang, could your mom treat you any more like a 5 year old?” she asked when we were safely inside.

“She means well,” I said.

“Yea, but if she keeps treating you like that, you’re better off fending for yourself,” she said. She started the car and we headed for the mall.

“Yea, I guess,” I said.

“She doesn’t ACTUALLY think you LIKE Hannah Montana, does she?” she asked me.

“I did. When I was 10,” I said. She started laughing.

“Seriously? Ten? I was watching Family Guy at 10,” she said.

“Yea, but at least I don’t watch it anymore. You still watch Spongebob,” I told her.

“Yes, because Spongebob is the funniest cartoon ever made. You’d be stupid to not watch that,” she said.

“Well, then call me a London Tipton,” I said.

“A what?” she asked me.

“Never mind,” I said blushing.