The Wanderers

Chapter 3

Ginger woke me up in the morning, like she always does. "Hey girl," I said, scratching her head. I looked at the clock. It was eight o'clock in the morning. "I wish you could tell time. That way you would know not to wake me up this early on a Saturday," I groaned, stumbling out of bed.

I took off my clothes from last night and put on some comfy pants and a tank top. I slid into my slippers and pulled my hair back in a ponytail. After I wiped off what was left of my makeup I head downstairs.

My mom was already in the kitchen starting breakfast. "Want some help?" I offered making her jump.

"Goodness Ella, you scared me."

"Sorry, didn't mean to," I said leaning on the counter.

"It's okay sweetie. You can help by setting the table." And I did just that. Thankfully I didn't have to wake my brothers this morning.

After breakfast I helped my mom clean up, then go upstairs to take a shower, but had to wait because Xander was currently occupying the bathroom. I gathered all my toiletries and towel while I waited for Xander to be finished.

When I heard the shower turn off, I picked up my stuff, and stepped out into the hall where I found Dean standing in front of the bathroom door. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Waiting to get in the bathroom."

"Oh no you don't. I'm next."

"Ha!" he laughed.

Xander opened the door, took one look at us, and jumped out of the way. I charged for the door, but Dean was closer. I managed to get there in enough time to keep him from shutting the door. I pushed with everything I had and he pushed back harder. "Dean!" I screamed and he laughed.

"Give up, Ella!"

"Never!" I lost my footing allowing Dean to close and lock the door. I pounded and kicked the door, demanding he open it. I could hear him laughing. Then, to piss me off even more, he started humming a tune, acting like he couldn't hear me.

I screamed, annoyed.

"What is going on?" my mom asked.

"Dean knew I was waiting to get in –"

She put up her hand to stop me. "Your father is on a very important phone call and is not to be disturbed. So keep your voice down." I crossed my arms and stomped my foot ready to throw a hissy fit. "You can use our shower," she said, ending the discussion. I picked up all my stuff and carried it into my parent's bathroom.

After my shower, I felt a little ridiculous for the way I acted, but I was tired of always being last and taking cold showers.

I shrugged off the earlier drama and headed back to my room. On my way there I overheard my mom and dad arguing in the den.