How To Live Dead

Chapter 5: Don't Hate the Playa, Hate the Game

                      Kimberly:

           After  school ended, I went to my usual route to the buses out front.

     Then I stopped. I remembered I had to go to Aunt Tash'a now.

     I bit my lip. I forgot to ask her if she could pick me up! i was pretty sure she assumed that I had a car.

    "Stephanie," I called to my friend. She was just walking down to get her car.

     "What?" she said, turning around.

    "Um.....can you take me to Aunt Tasha's?"

     "Sure! Hop in with me"

  Once we arrived at her house, I remembered that the last time I was here was  on Christmas, a year ago. Mom wasn't really up to visiting her sister, & other family more & more as I grew older.

     Her house was a small house. It was white, & had alot of flowers & bushes & trees all around her house. She also had a garden, where she planted all her vegetation.

     "Thanks, Steph." I said.

      She smiled. "Its ok. I'll see ya tomorrow," she said,, & drove off.

     I went up to the house, & rang the doorbell. Aunt Tasha appeared, grinning from ear to ear.

    "Kimberly! Come in! I brought all your stuff from the house! Now, come over here & give your auntie a hug!" She spread her arms out, welcoming.

     I hugged her. It was a bit awkward. I always felt awkward around her.

    "Now!" she clapped her hands. "Let me show you your room! Its over here!" She said, guiding me over to a room.

    I stepped in. The room was colored purple. There already was a bed, with white sheets. They were drawers next to it. Over in the corner, was a desk. It was fairly small. And before the bed, lay a small pale blue rug.

     My stuff & bags were laying in the middle of the floor.

     "You can unpack now!" aunt Tasha said cheerily.

     "Ok," I replied. I went over to the bags.

    It took me nearly over an hour to unpack. I was exhausted. But these days, it seemed as if I didn't have enough energy to do anything.

    I sat on the bed. It was 7.  I yawned. I was already get sleepy.

      "Kim, you done?" Aunt Tasha yelled.

    I winced. That was the nickname Brayden gave to me. I hated it when he called me that, but I guess it was ok if Aunt Tasha called me that.

   "Yeah," I hollered.

   "Dinner's ready!" she called.

     To be honest, I really wasn't all that hungry I was tired. But, I went over to the kitchen.

     Instantly, my hunger pangs kick in. Aunt Tasha had prepared my favorite meal---spaghetti & meatballs. The sauce was homemade, & smelled good. There was also garlic bread & slad on the table. My stomach gurgled.

    "Looks like someone's hungry," Aunt Tasha smiled.

   I sat down, & loaded the food on my plate. For the first time, I was actually kind of looking forward to spending time in Aunt Tasha's house. I mean, my mom never cooked for me---we cooked for ourselves. I don't remember the last time I had spaghetti---probably those days where everything was easy. Where your parents always took care of you. Where you lived sort of like a fairy tale.