That's Ironic!

Chapter 1

"That's what you wanted to show me?" I exclaimed, throwing my hands at the dead tree that laid across my best friend's backyard. It was a chilly spring afternoon, on a bright Saturday morning, when I was dragged against my own will to this horrible place called the outdoors. Don't I ever get a say? No.

Laura, who's hair was getting all over her face, whipped her head toward me and put her hands on her hips. Her face had a scowl, of pure annoyance. She blew a piece hair out of her face, obviously failing trying to tuck her orange locks behind her ear, because a bigger clump flew back into her eyes. Laura stomped with annoyance, and grabbed a hair band to pull her very long, curly hair out of her freckled face. "Do you not understand this tree," she gestured to the dead wood, "could've landed one that house," Laura spun around to point at her country style house, her arms spread wide. Hah, it's like the she thought I didn't know where she lived. Laura swung around again to face me, biting her lip. She was a total drama queen. "I could've died!" she howled, fuming like a stereotypical redhead. I rolled my eyes. I was far too used to her dramatic outbursts to take her seriously. The tree stood a good 40 ft away from her barn-like home, and it still remained roughly 15ft feet from even touching the house on it's side.

Somehow I knew Laura was completely aware. She sighed at me, and mumbled, "Your impossible, let's go." I mentally snorted. I'm the impossible one? I shook my head and followed my fuming friend down through her field, toward her back door.

Laura's large country house lay on miles of rolling, Alabama hills. The land once had belonged to a rich, farm man, who had used the endless acres to dig his own farm, complete with apple trees and cows. It was said to be a pretty sophisticated, full fledged farm, but it shut down within a year, because the farm owner mysteriously died. The land was converted back to hills and hills, though strange patches of wild grass and tall oak trees were scattered across the land.

The Goldsmith family even had converted the old barn, which was half a mile away from the main house, into a cool hangout for Laura and her older sister, Ashley. They added a movie theatre and a swimming pool to the barn area, so in the summer, Laura threw an annual end of the school year pool party bash, and rented a DJ and everything. It was always a big hit for students at Seasonal Day, the private school Laura and I went to.

Let's just say Laura Goldsmith was brought up in a rich family. But she was differently not a rich slob. She was anything but that. Laura may have had her moments, but she was a great, trustworthy friend. Her parents, who insisted on me calling them by there first names, Cara and Rob, were cool parents, and they always brought Laura and I to cool places, like bowling allies, or Hillside Country Club.

Laura grabbed the back door knob and thrust the door open, not even bothering to hold it for me. I scurried to grab the door, and I stepped inside. The back door opened into their massive kitchen. They had one long kitchen island, tons of shelves and cabinets to hold kitchen tools, and a large, silver fridge, where Laura stood.

Laura had opened the doors of the fridge all the way, letting a frosty breeze into the kitchen space. I strolled up behind her, peering over her shoulder. "What are you looking for?" I questioned, puzzled by the fact she was just standing there. Laura flipped around, and squinted at me for a moment, before stomping over to the intercom. I looked to Laura, and to the fridge, wondering if I should close it. Laura's mother had a thing with the environment, claiming we needed to "protect our earth for our children!"

Laura picked up the intercom phone, and punched the button marked, "Whole House." She didn't hesitate to lift the phone to her mouth. "MOM!" she screeched, her voice playing through out the house, with no delay. I grabbed my ears in an effort to not go deaf today. Leave it to Laura to blow my ear drums! "Laura!" I hissed, "quit the loud, will you?" Laura glanced at me, scowling.