Eventful Dinner...

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Thanksgiving is just one day away. I haven’t talked to Todd since the whole gym class situation. It’s bad enough he didn’t finish what he had to say, but now he’s coming over tomorrow for some potluck.

            “Thanks for the warning mom.” I turned off the vacuum.

            “It slipped my mind sweetie.”

We have been cleaning all day. I am so exhausted. Next we have to cook for almost thirty people.

            “And what’s this I hear about a new member?”

            “Oh yes! Susan. Oh, she’s wonderful! She has two kids, your grade.”

            “Oh.”

 I wrapped up the cord and put the vacuum back in the closet. “I’m going to my room. To take a break.”

I collapsed onto my bed. Buzz. Buzz. My phone vibrated on the nightstand. Incoming Call Drew.

            “Hello?”

            “Hey, Rae.”

            “Hey.”

            “So my mom just told me we are coming over after dinner tomorrow.”

            “I know. I’m trapped here cleaning.” I sighed.

            “That sucks.”

            “It really does. So how is Emma?”

            “She’s cool I guess.”

            “You guess? That’s your girlfriend!”

He didn’t respond for a while.

            “Relationship problems?” I tried to cope with him.

            “I don’t know. She’s not my type. I thought I liked her, but I don’t.”

            “Well you can’t just fake through the relationship. Someone is going to get hurt. I see the way        she looks at you.”

            “I know. I can’t. I have to go. I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight Rae.”

I tapped the end button on my phone, sighing laying my head on my pink fluffy pillow.

Just a few more hours.

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            “How do I look?” I asked my mom, who was paying me no mind. I was so nervous. Todd is coming over, and I have to look good. I have on a wool red turtleneck dress, with brown leggings, and dress shoes. I have my hair in a high pony tail, and my favorite star earrings.

            “You look great!”

            “Mom, you didn’t even look up.”

            “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. It’s 7:12, our guest are coming soon.”

            “Is the turkey ready?”

            “Yes! And your favorite mash potatoes and corn.”

            “Yum!” I smiled with delight.

Ding Dong!

Our first group of guest. I sprinted to the door, checking my hair before I open it. False alarm it’s Ms. Jones and her kids who are nine, seven, and twelve. I lead them towards the living room taking their coats. After about three runs to the door I started to think he wasn’t coming. But he did.

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