"It's so pretty out here," I said as the warm summer air blew through the open window of the truck. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths of the clean, untainted air.
"I'd heard that small minds were easily amused, but isn't this extreme, even for you?" Alex said, teasing.
I smacked him lightly on the arm as he drove back towards the house. "That hurt me. Deep in my soul," I replied sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, so did that." he said, gesturing to where I had practically pat the guy.
"Please," I said, rolling my eyes, "I barely touched you."
"I seriously think it's turning blue," he complained as he pulled the truck to the front of the house, where it had been before we had taken off.
"Drama queen." I could tell he was joking by the slight upturn of his mouth and the mischevious look in his eyes, so I laughed outright at the production Alex was making.
I opened the door of the truck and dropped to the ground.
"Mom's probably looking for us. There's most likely food on the table right now," Alex said as we walked throught he front door.
"Well I'm just wonderful at first impressions, aren't I?" I murmured as Mrs. Waters walked through the kitchen door.
"I've been looking for y'all everywhere! C'mon in! Dinner's getting cold." She smiled lovingly at both of us. I wish my mother were like her.
The kitchen doubled as a dining room in the Waters home. There was a large, oval wooden table at one end of the room, and the other half was considered the kitchen. Everything appeared to be twenty years old at least. It was nice and cozy.
Mrs. Waters ushered us to chairs at the table, where everyone else was already sitting. The main dish appeared to be some type of roast. There were steamed carrots and potatoes on one plate and green beans on another. And we could never forget about the all-important cornbread. Everyone began to pile food on their plates as I placed a few carrots and some beans on my plate.
"Natalie, sweetie, aren't you hungry?" Mrs Waters looked over at me with her eyebrows scrunched together in a look of worry. She was probably something thinking something to the extent of She's anorexic! That poor dear. "Don't you want some deer roast? It's quite tasty. Just ask the boys."
I suddenly had a very vivid image of bambi in my head. "No, thank you," I said as polietly as I could, "but I'm a vegitarian." It wasn't as much as a moral thing, which did have some to do with it, as it was a I-want-to-be-skinny thing.
Mrs. Waters looked at me like I had said that I thought I was a prostitute in another life. "Excuse me?"
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Deciding My Fate
Teen Fiction"I can remember the first time that my parents told me that I wasn't a bad person; that I was a good person that had made a bad decision. I was eleven and had lied about breaking my mom's favorite vase. Does that still apply to me, five years later...
