I opened my eyes to see my curtains opened up so the sun shined on my floor, creating a square spot of light. I realized as I yawned and smiled that this was the first official day of summer vacation. Me and Joy had arranged yesterday during lunch that we were going to have a sleepover party in celebration. So I stood up and stretched my arms out as far as they would go, groaning a high pitched groan and standing on my tip toes. I plopped back down on both heels and walked over to my closet, contemplating the most comfortable thing a girl could wear on a hot summer's day. First, I eyeballed my green tank top with the phrase "Cool For The Summer" printed onto it, but figured it would be a little too . . . hasty, or redundant. I moved on to a blue T-shirt, but realized how thick and sweaty that would be. I concluded it would take a little longer to find an outfit than I originally intended. "Crap, I have to pack too", I said to myself out loud. Glaring into my closet, I threw on the closest thing to me, a plain blue spaghetti strap tank and then I layered another tank top over it, leaving an inch of space at the bottom to show the first layer's color. Now, obviously I'm not going to wear pants on a day like today. Shorts are a necessity. Right leg, left leg, wiggle. I shimmied and shook my hips back and forth, sliding on my shorts. And now the shoes. "Hmmm". I squinted at my many pairs of sneakers, wedges, and flip flops. Oh my! With my finger resting on the side of my chin, I couldn't stop coming back to my Nikes. I've worn those shoes every day all year long for school, but they are the most comfortable pair that I own. Of course, they do look like crap. I sighed and shoved the sneakers on my feet. From downstairs I heard, "Lola, hurry up. You said you'd be done by 11:00. You know I have a meeting in 2 hours."
"Sorry mom. I'm coming."
I quickly grabbed whatever I could find and packed it down in my bag. I never use a suit case. Too bulky for a one-night stay. I use my grey polka dotted bag with my name sewn on the side of it. It's very special to me. "I haven't even done anything with my hair yet," I whispered, grabbing my brush and detangling my bed head. "I wish my hair was straight." I let go of my brush and let it hang in my mess of hair, blowing a piece out of my face, then continued brushing faster. "Lola!"
"Hold on, hold on."
"I have to start getting ready as soon as I drop you off and I'm running out of time."
"Yes mother."
I heard loud impatient breathing. My mother is not a morning person. I checked myself in my hanging mirror, gazing up and down. *Sigh*, "it's gonna have to do." I ran downstairs with my bag on my shoulder. "Sorry mom. Good morning."
I hugged her and continued toward the front door. "Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "I haven't had my coffee yet, so it isn't a good morning." I laughed as she followed me out the door half awake wearing a long night gown that says, "If you think I'm grumpy now, you should see me without my coffee," and it makes me laugh every time she wears it. She had on house shoes with fur on the top. They look so comfortable that I wish me and her were the same size so that I could steal her shoes. I skipped toward the car and jumped in the passenger's seat while my mom slumped over and dropped into the driver's side. She let out a large yawn, turned the key, and the engine roared to life. "We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Ozz," I sang all the way to Joy's. My mother just sat there shaking her head continuously and wondering where I came from. Her eyes were grey. It's so obvious how tired she is. "Thank you for driving me mom." I smiled and she smiled back at me and said "uhuh. You better love me." She was just joking and I laughed and told her I did. Rolling the car's window down, I peered at the trees and the blue sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight. I grinned and thought to myself, "what a beautiful day." As we pulled up to Joy's house, I propped open my door, hopped out, and lugged my bag out of the car. My mother got out, hugged me, and told me to have a good time. I told her I would and as she pulled away, I started walking up to the front door. All of a sudden, I was knocked down. My head hit the hard concrete, but not hard enough to knock me out. I just laid there in shock for a few seconds when I heard a high pitched voice say, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" I looked up and saw a very pretty girl wearing a hood and jeans. She leaned down to help me up and handed me my bag. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"I'm fine, really. It's. . . "
I stopped mid-sentence. I froze and just stared at her. "Your eyes," I whispered. She gasped and pulled down her hood. "I'm sorry, I have to go." She continued running behind me as I stood frozen in shock. I noticed someone watching me from down the street so I quickly gathered myself and strutted up to the door. I tried to make sense of what just happened. Why was that girl running? Why was she wearing a hood and jeans on a hot day like this? What really threw me for a loop was . . . her eyes didn't change.
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The Magic In Her Eyes
Подростковая литератураAll my life I've always been told that, "the eyes are the windows to the soul." Would you believe me if I told you that in my case, I mean that literally? In this world, everyone knows your secrets, your true feelings. You could not hide anything if...