Chapter Eight
When Saturday finally comes, I wake up with a huge headache and a sore back.
My nose is still running a bit and my phone is on the ground. It probably fell while I was sleeping.
I looked like a mess. More than usual.
The smell of bacon and the crisp sound of it sizzling on the pan really wakes me up. Normally, my mom would cook bacon in the oven to make it crispier, but today I guess she decided to go back to the old fashioned way.
"Angel!" she yells up to me.
I groan and rub at my eyes until I see lights start to appear on my eyelids.
"I'm up!" I yell down.
Taking my time, I get out of bed and walk downstairs like a zombie.
"Morning," I say, slurring the word a little bit.
"Good morning, sunshine," she says, laying a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs in front of me. "Eat up. We're going shopping."
"Uh, I have plans," I lie, scratching behind my neck.
She sighs and brushes her highlighted hair out of her eyes.
"This is family time, Angel," she says sternly.
"Yeah. I know," I say, "But you could've told me earlier. Plus, I'm not up for it."
"Is this about that Blake kid? You've never even mentioned him to me," she says as if she really was concerned.
"His name is Justin. We talked here and there, mom. Everybody's pretty shaken up," I lie again.
"Okay. But your sister really wants to go shopping. Is that okay with you if you're home alone for a couple hours?" she asks, and for a second, I'm actually convinced she genuinely cares.
"Yeah. I'll probably be out and about. Plus, I have plans." I say, scooping up a fork full of scrambled eggs and taking a bite.
"Okay. Good. Be safe." she says and grabs her bag off the countertop.
I smile with the food still in my mouth. She smiles back and heads out the door, my little sister looking back at me to wave at me.
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Among The Stars
Teen Fiction*First book* Do you ever wonder what would happen if you died? It doesn't even have to be suicide. What if you just didn't wake up one night? Firstly, what would happen to you? What if there isn't a God and everything left is just darkness. Or maybe...
