Chapter 2: The Invitation
Ashton's POV:
I walked downstairs to the smell of Danny's cooking. She looked up, her blond curls bouncing on her shoulders. Her small frame showed no sign of a muscle or bone. She stood at 5'2. That's another reason why I love Danny. She was about the only person who was shorter than me. I was 5'4, I don't know why I got stuck with that unlucky number for a height, but I did. She smirked at me. Her blue eyes showed amusement. Her eyes always seemed to sparkle against her pale skin. "Love the socks. That the new style?" She said jokingly. I looked down at my neon pink fluffy socks. My outfit consisted of my favorite pair of jeans. They were dark and skinny. Showing off all my curves, my brown sweatshirt that said Hersheys on it and To top off were my fav socks. They were fluffy and neon pink. Who could resist them?
"Didn't you get the new fashion craze is fluffy socks. I'm lucky I have these, people were just dying to get a pair." I said using my very convincing British accent. I plopped down in a chair,shifting in it waiting for breakfest. Danny turned around smiling it me, holding up her lastest creation.
" you better eat all of this, I swear if you don't I will personally shove these pancakes down your throat" , she said growlng at me, " now eat up darling!" She said her expression suddenly very happy and she patted my head. I gazed down at the obomination that she dare call pancakes. I poked at them the batter still batter!
" you dare call yourselves pancakes, your a disgrace!" I mumbled. " I suggest you stick to shopping..." I trailed off. Noticing that Danny had heard me this whole time. I gulped and took the syrup and drowned my pancakes. Biting into them, still tasting the pancakes themselves. "Mmmm!"I exclaim even though they tasted like some unknown element on the periodic table. I had the greatest urge to grab the syrup and drown them even further, but Danny watched me so couldn't. Looking at Danny, she smiles at me and continues eating the "pancakes". I looked around the kitchen noting how empty it felt right now. Usually girls crowded the kitchen, but today Danny was cooking so everyone found an excuse not to come to breakfest. Even Mrs. Timbleworthe skipped breakfest! After eating the monstrocity that Danny calls food. I picked up my plate and placed it in the sink along with Danny's plate. I turned and looked at Danny. Her eyebrow was arched and she had her arms crossed. "What?!?" I yelled after statute at her. She just shook her head and walked through the door, laughing.
"It's your turn and CHORE to do the dishes today!" She yelled.
"Jeez, no need to tell the whole neighborhood." I said wincing from her voice. "I'll do it later, maybe I'll get a break? Tomorrow is my Birthday!!!" I squealed. I couldn't wait, balloons, parties, cake, streamers, CAKE! Since I have been at the foster home since I was a week old. I lived here my whole life, and the second longest stay at this foster home was 10 years. I have been here 16 and now tomorrow, 17 years. Danny has only been here for 5 years, after her parents died in a car accident. Her family had no living relatives to take care of Danny. But, enough with the sad stuff. Mrs. Timbleworthe was a mother to me and she always made it a point to make my birthday extra special. Danny rolled her eyes. She suddenly got that mishcevous look on her face. She smiled at me creeply. There was no need for questions. She knew what Mrs.Timbleworthe was planning for my party and she wouldn't tell me. I silently pleaded her, giving her my puppy dog eyes. She shook her head. Her smile plastered on that stupid, secretive, keeping a secret from her best friend face. I don't like surprises and everyone knowledge that, except for Mrs. Timbleworthe that is. She doesn't understand the meaning of "I don't like surprises!!!!" vibe. " Please, tell me, please please please!!!" I begged, on my knees. Danny rolled her eyes and then she looked like she was deep in thought.
"The cookie monster wants his cookies back, Ashton!!!" She sang in my face, running out of the kitchen. Laughing maliciously with a crazed expression on her face. Bipolar much, I thought. I got up and followed yer out, singing along with her, twinkle twinkle little star!!! Mrs. Timbleworthe walked in the living room. Her expression amused. I waved and I threw a pillow at Danny. Danny flhadnt been expecting that and fell on the floor. " Holy purple fudge monkeys!!!" She yelped when she hit the floor. Mrs. Timbleworthe shook her head and chuckled to herself.
" Girls for once, try and not destroy the furniture, and Danielle hold your tongue. You could have replaced those words with inappropriate language and I know you aren't the innocent one here, okay?" She said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
" I'm just using my colorful vocabulary, Mrs.T!!! That's all." She said, smiling her most innocent smile at Mrs. Timbleworthe. I shook my head and took.the mail in Mrs. Timbleworthe's outstretched hand. I flipped throught the mail. I came across a huge envelope. Dark blue with a huge red stamp enclosed the contents. In gold lettering was my name in script and when I looked at the corner there was no return address. I traced my thumb across my name. Feeling the slight indent in the canvas pike paper. I glanced up to see Mrs. Timbleworthe at the table chatting with Danny. Each of them holding a cup of tea in their hands. I had never in my 16 heard recieved a letter from anyone and this envelope for some reason screamed danger. I rubbed my index finger over the stamp before deciding to open the envelope. I was immediateley hit with a woodsy smell yet lavender somewhere in the scent. I took out the contents and found several pieces of paper. One that was written in silver lettering stood out and I was suddenly overtaken with a sudden feeling of some kind. My stomach churned in anticipation and I felt all jittery. I did not know why and yet it felt comforting the smell that the envelope had emitted. Almost like, home?
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Hi everyone. Thanks for reading my awful story!!! Please tell me what you think of it and if you have any ideas. It has been a while since I have written and I'm sorry. I'm taking an over the summer math course and my teacher isn't the nicest. He believes four lessons a day and one quiz a day is not a lot of work. I regret signing up for it and the course takes away from my time of writing. I'll try to write more often and please vote, comment, whatever. Hope you enjoyed this chapter fellow wattpadders!!! :D Vote, fan, comment, whatever!
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