Just Say It

Chapter 2 ~ 'Most Embarassing' Award

The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportioned the embarrassment he can tolerate

~ Doug Engelbart

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"Stacy!" My mom called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I replied as I jump out of bed placing my feet on the cold hard wood floor sending shivers throughout my body. I tiptoed over to my closet grabbed a light pink tank top, tied a knot in the front of the shirt, grabbed a grey cardigan and a pair of faded high waisted shorts. I ran down the step quickly skipping every other one and jogged to the kitchen. Once I entered I stood next to my mom who was making pancakes. I was about to ask her what she needed me for, but just as I opened my mouth she screamed; "I'm in the kitchen dear!" I quickly covered my ears, not realizing that she didn't notice I was standing right beside her. "Ouch no need to yell." I said between clenched teeth.

"Oh! I'm sorry dear!" my mother exclaimed grabbing my face in her hands and planting a kiss on my nose. I smiled back at her and walked over to the cabinet to grab a plate. Oh mornings with the Kline's. If that was a T.V. show I think we could get some hits.

"So what did you need mom?" I asked her as I grabbed two fresh pancakes then drenching them with syrup.

"Well there is a new family that just moved down the street. They have got three kids, the oldest I think is about your age? Isn't that what they said Charlie?" my mom consulted with my dad. He only nodded his head not looking up from his phone. My mom let out an aggravated sigh then turned to me to continue, " Well I'm guessing he's your age, or a year older, and then they have another boy about Claytons age, and then a little girl who I'm pretty sure is six. Anyways we want to make them feel welcome so we invited them to dinner and you have to be there so whatever you do today just make sure your back home, okay?" She explained. My mother loved having company over so we always had a party for the holidays, or she had a co-worker come over for dinner, it was always something, I'll tell you that.

"Okay. I wasn't planning on doing much. But I will be back in time." I replied as I grabbed my leather bag, making sure I had my phone, notepad and pencil inside. After slipping my white high top Chuck Taylors on I headed out the door. "I've got my phone if you need me." And with that I was outside on my bike heading to the only place that I can call my own.

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The sun was shining bright today, it made the heat stick to your body and drenched you with sweat. I rode my bike down the street. I love summer so much, its my favorite season even though I hate the heat sometimes, its better than snow, ugh snow just gets on my nerves. Riding down the street I couldn't help but feel my stomach start to growl. 'How can I already be hungry?' I thought to myself. Realizing that I was just about to pass the multi market I decided to pick up a few things. With one swift movement I turned my bike rested it on the side of the store.

"Hi Mr. Butler!" I said to the man behind the counter as I walked into the store.

"Howdy Stacy!" he replied giving me a bright smile.

I walked through the isles grabbing a cold coke, a little bag of salted chips, sour patch kids, and beef jerky. I guess you could say that I was more than a little bit hungry.

I carried my things to the counter and plopped them in front of Mr. Butler.

"You going on a trip?" He joked as he started ringing up my items.

"No sir. More like a picnic of one." I grinned back.

Once he was done he handed me my stuff and I put my things in my bag.