Midnight in Vipera Cove

Chapter 8 - A Picnic

Chapter 8

The wind blew across her face, waking her up. As her eyelids opened, she was welcomed by a beautiful sunrise across the room, through the open balcony. She yawned and stretched herself, giving a good look at the room, “You would probably sleep through the Apocalypse easily” A voice said from her left, making her quickly turn her head to the same direction. “You” she said, in a form of disgust, pulling up her blanket as a form of protection. “Sweetheart, this blanket won’t save you from me, only if I had the intension to harm you, of course” the blue-orbed prince said, with his golden hair shining in the bright light of the sun. “And who said that you didn’t have an intention of harming me?” I asked, looking at him dirtily. “Despite everything, I promise you, I will never ever have any intentions of hurting you” He said, full of sincerity and truth, which made her face soften for some reason. They stared at each other for a while, until somebody knocked at the door, making them turn away from each other, embarrassed. “Prince, the carriage is ready” the person said outside the door, “So does that mean you are leaving and I can get my sleep again?” She asked, although begging him to stay longer on the inside.”On the contrary, this carriage is for you too” He replied, surprising her. “What?” She asked fully astonished, to which he replied “Get ready, we are going on a trip”, “and where exactly are we going?” She scoffed, “You'll see” he replied with a smug smile, when somebody knocked on the doors.

“Olivia dear, are you ready yet?” My mother asked through the door, as she continuously knocked on it. “Yes mom” I replied as I got off of my desk that I was napping on, and fixed my hair, while opening the door. As my mother entered the room, she made a scornful look at my choice of clothing, which was a pair of jeans and a shirt. “Please tell me you still didn’t get changed yet” My mother said, eyeing my jeans. “Actually, I already did” I replied, shrugging. “Sometimes I wonder if there weren’t enough female hormones in your body” my mother said, pulling me toward my wardrobe. This is not good.

After an hour of picking and discarding clothes from my wardrobe, I was ready, or in other word, my mother was ready. With my hair lightly curled in the ends, I walked out of the front door wearing-to my dismay-an off-white floral dress that reached my knees and sandals with light eye makeup. Before I left the house in order to enter the car, in where my dad and Jason were waiting for God knows how long, my mother said “wait, just a finishing touch!” while pulling me back. She put a white flower clip on my hair, while I pouted “That’s it! I am not letting you girl-ify me more!” I said, crossing my arms, while adding another new word to my creative vocabulary. “I don’t need to now, you look perfect” She said, cupping my face, while I faked a smile and walked out of the door.

As I entered the car, both my dad and Jason sat there wide-eyed. “What?” I asked curiously, “Wow Oli, now I can finally call you my older sister in class!” Jason chimed in his green t-shirt and brown shorts. “You look amazing, sweetheart” My dad said with a smile. “Thanks dad” I blushed, while I glared at Jason “Ok, I’m not that boyish, am I?” I questioned myself. “Well my dear sister, if you consider sitting lazily on the couch wearing the same clothes for 3 days and eating like an animal, while eating unhealthy food not girly, then I guess yeah, you aren’t a girly type” My brother replied intelligently. “Smarty pants” I mumbled while mom finally entered the car, with the picnic basket. “Mom! Oli called me a smarty pants!” Jason argued. Here we go.

After a half an hour trip of arguments between my parents about whether Bill Clinton was a better president than George Bush, we finally reached our destination. It was a beautiful lake that stretched for miles, ending at the hills which had evergreen trees, only making the scenery more beautiful to gaze at. It was about 4 o clock, and the lake looked shimmering in the reflection of the Sun. I inhaled the fresh air as I stepped out of the car, and walked a little while stroking my dress. “Olivia sweetie, can you please help me in picking up the items for the picnic?” My mother asked, making me look towards her. “Sure mom” I replied, moving towards her. I picked up one of the picnic baskets from the trunk of the car and walked towards the grass to find a good picnic spot before the Mathews would arri-