Life With the Crawford Boys

Chapter 10

                                                         Chapter 10

   I woke up on the wrong side of bed today because when the alarm clock sang its usual tune, I disconnected the plug from the wall and threw it across my room. When the tube of toothpaste ran out, I dunked it in the toilet. I was in a groggy mood, and it didn’t help when all of my friends blew up my inbox with texts saying; ‘Miss ya alrdy,’  “U bttr call me wen u get 2 Illinois,’ etc… etc…

  I threw on some jeggings and a light green polo shirt and tied my auburn hair up in a pony tail. I slipped on my chocolate Uggs and stuffed my arms with tons of friendship bracelets. I applied slight makeup so I didn’t look as tired and groggy as I was.

   I slugged my suitcases all to the front door and by the time I was done, sweat was trickling down my forehead and I was beat.

   I made my way into the kitchen where my parents were cooking breakfast.

   “Good morning sunshine!” My mom called out in a singsong voice.

   I raised my eyebrows and saluted her and took a seat in my usual spot in the dining table.

   My dad was silently reading the newspaper and sipping coffee from a cup that said, ‘I heart my dad!’

   It’s official. My dad was sad to see me go. That’s why he was so quiet.

   I went up to my dad and gave him a big bear hug and kissed the side of his head. Then I went back and sat in my spot and patiently waited for my mom to serve breakfast.

   My mom tried to flip the pancakes, which by the way, was an epic fail.

   Fifteen long minutes have passed, when all three of us were finally seated and having breakfast.

   “…So… are you excited Addie?” My mom asked with her mouth full.

   “I’d rather stay in Phoenix,” I told her truthfully, not looking at her.

   She nodded her head sadly and looked away from me and concentrated on her breakfast.

   “Don’t worry scout. It’ll only be two short weeks. Then we’ll come back and we can search for a home and it’ll all be back to the same,” My dad reassured me.

   Yeah? Well unless you bring all of my friends, there is no way in hell that everything will be the same, I thought in my head.

   We quickly finished our breakfast and were out the door in no time at all. My suitcases were in the trunk of my car, (which my parents were going to sell today) and we were driving sixty miles per hour on the highway, getting closer to the airport every second.