risky ; the goonies

half of two

nicole hursh

7:35 am

you would think that nicole hursh was a morning person because of the way she laughed in the early mornings of school.

that assumption would be proven very wrong by anyone who has spent the night with her before. it didn't matter if it was 3 in the afternoon or 6 in the morning, nicole would hurl a fit upon anyone for waking her up. it seemed as if no matter what she tried she woke up with a headache and a sore body.

so you would also assume that when nicole's alarm clock went off she wasn't happy, at all.

she groaned for a very long time before she threw herself off her bed to turn off her alarm clock. she had such troubles with waking up that she had to put her alarm on the other side of the room to get up.

her feet touched the ground and she pulled herself out of bed to stop the distributive noise. she stumbled as her vision blacked out as it always does.

"will there ever be a time i don't see stars when i stand?" she asked herself, groaning eternally.

the sound of the morning news came from the living room and her vision cleared as she looked out of her bedroom door. the world hadn't quite caught up yet, casting shadows onto the walls. it rains one night and the entire morning decides to be a grey blue?

nicole walked into the kitchen and spotted her father at the table.

"morning nic," he said as he looked up at her, his reading glasses falling off his nose were a high statement of "my work is frustrating".

"morning," nicole replied as she grabbed a bowl and poured some fruity limited edition cereal into the bowl. she turned the tv that sat on the kitchen counter on. when they upgraded to a larger tv, the smaller one went there. she tuned into care bears, a show she would never choose over the other ones, but one that would do for 7 o'clock in the morning. she turned to her dad as she ate.

nicholas hursh didn't speak to nicole, he knew what she wanted. it was anytime now that she would bring up the disaster of the docks.

as if reading his mind, the girl launched into the debate.

"i don't understand. why can't everyone just pitch in money to save it?"

her father sighed, opening his work bag to deposit his items.

he grumbled as he rubbed his face with his hands. nicole didn't stir but he went on to talk anyways.

"nic, not everyone can afford that. i know you're entire friend group is from this side of town but money is tight everywhere and we're lucky we have a small enough family to live in an apartment," he started to explain as the pot full of soup over-boiled on the stove.

"can't they move to mom's side?" she heckled as nicholas stood to put his lunch into a thermos. he laughed when he heard her statement. nicole was smart, she was just trying to prolong conversation to come to a better conclusion. everyone knew the goon docks were where family's with moderate money lived.

"nic, do you think the people here are rich?"

she couldn't help but have her face go red. she didn't like her dad making her out to be a fool.

"fundraisers," she stated as she stirred her spoon around to catch the last bits of cereal. he chuckled at his daughter again.

"your cookies would never make enough money to save anything, you'd have to pay them."

"excuse me?" she asked, but she knew he was right. her cookies turned out burnt and bitter. mikey walsh, one of her best friends, was clearly the chef of the friend group.