Sally, you have THE Berry gene!
Sounds fruity
"Sally."
The young girl jerked back, bumping her head on the car door window. Her brown eyes focused on the source of the voice, her uncle Leroy, who had just pulled out her headphones.
His eyes widened in surprise from her abrupt actions, "Jesus, are you okay Sal?!"
Soft rock music was still playing in her other ear so Sally quickly removed the ear bud to better hear Leroy; it fell onto her lap and she adjusted her sitting position in the passenger seat.
"Sorry." She replied sheepishly. "You scared me." Sally rubbed her temple whilst moving stray brown hairs from her face.
Leroy smiled and shook his head, "My apologies. I didn't realize you couldn't hear me with those things on."
The brunette glanced out the window and noticed the change of scenery and furrowed her eyebrows. She hadn't realized how long she had zoned out during the drive. "Are we in Lima already?"
"Yes!" Leroy spoke as if he just remembered something, "That's why I was trying to get your attention. We're here."
Sally turned her head back towards the window just as Leroy pulled the Chrysler 300 the two were riding in into the drive way of a two-story suburban house. Leroy honked twice. Sally noticed the door to the house open and two people walk out. She recognized them instantly.
Hiram, her uncle's partner, walked out, all 6 feet something inches of him. Just like Leroy, Hiram had quite the bit of gray color in his hair nowadays. Unlike Leroy, Hiram sported some dark rimmed glasses. Beside him was their daughter and Sally's cousin, Rachel Berry.
Rachel looked slightly different since Sally had last saw her on a Christmas/Hanukah card. Rachel's long brown hair now came with some bangs hanging over her forehead. Her face looked a lot slimmer, her jawline now quite noticeable. Although, there was one thing in her cousin's appearance that hadn't changed, and that was her sense of style. Rachel's high-waisted mid-thigh length plaid skirt, cardigan and ballet flats were quite the opposite compared to Sally's light wash skinny jeans, black T-shirt and moccasins.
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High School Nomad
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