Tales of Juniper Davidson: The Sword of Biremes

Chapter 2

I had left my iPod at the post office.

          I noticed when I had flopped on my bed and reached in my back pocket for it, as if I had enough troubles as is. I silently fumed.
"Stupid Lawson making me forget my one source of happiness." I grumbled against my pillow.

          "Hey mom!" I called in the most charming way possible. "Could you drive me to the post office?" My mother's head poked through the frame of my door. "I thought you just came from there, Juniper." I groaned. "I forgot my iPod over there." I paused, waiting for the spur of words that were bound to come out of my mother's mouth. "Oh? You see! If you had paid more attention to your surroundings, you wouldn't have forgotten it!" She paused for a moment to catch her breath. " You're so immature!"

           "Not my fault that some weirdo had come out of the shadows knowing my name, and decided to scare the crap out of me."  I complained. "Actually, my mom has a point."
"What did you say young lady?" My mother asked. Her hip cocked to the side as a hand cupped her ear. I smacked a hand against my mouth.
"Aw crap. I did it again. When will I ever learn?" I groaned.
"What was that? Am I boring  you? I ought to teach you to respect your elders!" She removed her shoe.

Oh snap. I'm in trouble.

          I put my hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry!" I screamed frantically. "I didn't mean to disrespect you! It was wrong of me to do!"

"Sorry, is not going to cut it. "

Smack!

Her flip flop made contact with my Gluteus Maximus.

Smack! Smack!

Satisfied, she put her shoe on again once more and walked away.

          "Wait!" I cried out a hand caressing my stinging bum, wincing as I tried to stand up. "What about the post office!" My mother turned around. "Go get it yourself." She curtly replied before slamming the door shut.

Great. Now she was going to give me the cold shoulder for a week.

Lovely.

          I laced up my sneakers and prepared to go outside, again. My eyes caught glance of the hilt on top of my heart shaped, My Little Mermaid pillow. For some reason, I grabbed it. I felt like I would need to use it. For what? I had no clue.