PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES. THANK YOU!
It was four months before Maci had to leave for California, and I was spending the night at her place. Her mom hadn't come home yet, so it was time to get Kasey in on our plan. I told Maci I'd go upstairs to talk to Kasey about our idea.
"Hey, Kasey!" I shouted, as I threw my stuff in Maci's room, like always, then dashed across the hall to her room.
"What!?!?" she screeched, while opening the door. "oh, hey, Rachel. What do you want?"
"Well, I was hoping that you could help us convince your mom to let me come with you to Cali. I don't want to seem like I'm inviting myself..."
"Please, Rachel, we all know you're pretty much her favorite anyways. It'll be a piece of cake, so yeah, I'll help you guys out."
"Thanks, Kasey!!" I shout as I bound down stairs to tell Maci the good news.
Just as I told Maci Kasey would help us, her mom pulled up. I ran over and gave her a huge hug, which made her drop the groceries she bought. Maci always makes her get tons of food when I come, even though I tell her not to.
I didn't want to be in the room when Maci proposed the idea to her mom, so I took Maci's phone, texted my boyfriend, Nick, and told him to call me. When he did, I whispered "now" to Maci, and ran upstairs to answer the call.
"Are you done on the phone, Rachel?" Maci called up the stairs.
"Just a second," I yelled back.
I told Nick goodbye, then sped down the stairs to hear the verdict.
Ms. Lisa, Maci's mom, was sitting on the couch, next to Kasey, with her serious face on. I sat on the loveseat with Maci, not exactly sure what to expect.
"Rachel," Ms. Lisa started, "as you know, in just a few short months Maci, Kasey, and I will be moving to California."
I couldn't think of anything apropros to say, so I just nodded.
"Well, we'd be happy to have you join us, but of course your parents have to give you full permission."
"Thank you so much for the offer, Ms. Lisa. I know this is a huge responsiblility you are taking on."
We didn't bother calling my parents, because I knew they would just tell me that we'd have to talk about it at home. So we spent the afternoon at the park, taking pictures and talking.
I went home around eleven the next day. I was too nervous to mention anything to my dad in the car, so I just stayed silent. That's a cool thing about my dad, he doesn't try to push conversation. When we got to my house, I went straight up to my room, only to find a bunch of boxes on my bed and a note that said: You better get to packing, there's so much crap in your room it will take a year!"
