it all began when I got home from school.
as soon as I plopped onto the couch and managed to change the channel on the t.v.
i heard a voice calling and receding into the room, my dad.
"hey meghan, mom wants you to clean up the family room and the dining room for some visitors."
my dad said with sheer bordom in his voice, as always.
"okay, who's coming over?" I replyed.
"um, The Olsens."
"uhm, Olsens? you mean Mrs.Keran's family?!" I asked.
"yes, please go on cause mom said that they would be here soon. now, im going to pick up some buns for the burgers and some ice, okay?" he said as he waked out the door.
"bye" i shouted after he slammed the door shut.
"fix the damn door,gah..." i muttered under my breath.
i hopped up and got cleaning.
not THAT messy...
I suddenly rememberd, im not wearing makeup!
"CRAP!" a managed to let out of my throat as I dashed up the steps.
"crap, oh sh*t! what am i going to...ugh!?" i couldn't even think.
i dabbed on some deep rosy blush and drew cocoa eyeliner on
and curled and coated my lashes, with mascara, of course.
them i applied some sparkly finishing powder
and changed from my school uniform into a tank top with an exotic design on it,
a brown and tan zebra print sweater and some tan bermuda shorts
then I straightened my bangs and fixed the rest of my curly mess i call 'hair' on my head with a ponytail.
my mom entered the house and I heard her call out to me.
"meghan! could you please unload the dishwasher for me!?"
"Yes Maa'm!" i shouted back.
i put down my bobby pins and dashed down stairs.
i unloaded the dishwasher and fixed my fly aways in the mirror.
I heard the door open again.
I heard Mrs.Keran's voice.
'CRAP!' i thought.
Then I heard my mom giggle.
"Hey guys, come on in!"
