Waiting For Autumn

Chapter: 5 - September

September 3rd, 2015

Autumn is 16

Fog clung heavy to the early morning air.  It seemed as the sun was fighting it's way through the thick clouds, but it wasn't quite strong enough.
My bedroom light was on, and I was rummaging through my drawers to hurry and pack the remainders of my things.  I was back at my aunt's house, packing all of my things, instead of just clothes.  My aunt was out, getting gas and money,  and buying herself a little breakfast before she came and got me.  She told me to wait by the door, and she would come in enough time to pick me up.  I was scraping things out from underneath my bed, (God only knows what you could find underneath there,) when my aunt's cat, Hibiscus, enters the room with a wicked sounding 'meow'.
Her long orange flattened fur stuck out in every way possible, and her lazy mean green eyes stare right through me.
"What do you want, you mean old thing?"
I laugh, and grab her to set her down before me.
She jumps underneath my bed, like something had just suddenly caught her attention.  The bed springs squeak as she hits the top of my mattress repeatedly.
"What are you doing, you stupid cat?"
I felt a faint laugh escape my throat, suddenly stunned by curiosity.
I hear paper crumple and crinkle, and hear her rubbing up against the underneath of my torn up mattress, until she hops back out, covered in more dust than before, with a ripped up letter in her teeth.
I quickly grab it from her toothy grasp before any more damage could be made.  Just as I did, a call came through my cell phone, and I hesitantly answered.
"Hello?"
I barely make out.

"Autumn? Sweetie, I'll be home in 5 minutes."
My aunts voice is quiet through the other line.
"Huh? Uh yes, ok."
My aunt couldn't see me squinting and struggling to keep the torn up paper up so Hibiscus couldn't jump up and get it. I hold the phone up between my shoulder and my cheek, barely staying, and I couldn't hear very well either.

Silence on the other line.

A sigh. 

"You're not ready yet.  Are you?"
Sarcasm rang loud to the other line, straight to my ear.

"Love you aunt Robin!"
I yell and hang up quickly.

I stare at the guilty Hibiscus, and keep the torn paper by me.

"Good job, Hibiscus, now she's mad!"
I laugh, and throw the paper in my slouchy bag, to inspect later. 
I hurry and pack the rest of my picture frames, clothes, books, a charger, and the rest of my many useless objects to pass time aimlessly.
I had my bags packed, and waited by the door for my aunt Robin to come to pick me up.
I sigh, and huff loudly, blowing my auburn bangs up in the air slightly above my face. 
I knew that she must have been fifteen minutes away, when she  told me she was five minutes away to scare me.
She done it before, to make me move faster.  Doesn't surprise me now.
I felt an inner longing for a cup of coffee, but I fear I couldn't make it in time before my aunt appeared. But in time enough, a knock hummed loudly against the wooden door of the house.

"Hey, its about time, Robin."
I chuckle as she opens the door.

My aunt looked frantic and anxious, and, in a frenzy, helped me with my things and hurried off down the hall.
Much different than she seemed over the phone.

"Ok then."
I say, and hold out the "O," as I smile ironically at the ground.

I carry my backpack, and my slouchy bag, and close my door for the last time.