The Boy With The Voice

Ugh

"It's so cold out heree!" I complain as we walk over to our station. Today was the garage sale for our neighbor hood, and my mom insisted for me to go, she claims I have too much junk. Basically everyone sets up their own little station in front of their house, and you place all your stuff how you want. We had spent all morning labeling our items with price stickers and setting up the tables.

"I know honey, but the sale just started, so get used to it." My mom says, smirking at me.

"But I want to be out with my friends, please?"

She sighs, "Alright, after this I will drop you off wherever you want to go"

We spend the rest of the morning in the bitter cold selling many of our items. We finally finish up about 2 hours later.

"Taylor! Please start putting away the tables!" My mother shouts over to me.

My name is Taylor, and in my life it is just me and my mom. My dad left us when I was only 3 years old, and my mom has been supporting me ever since.

"Alright!" I shout back, beginning to put the tables back in the garage.

Finally we are all done, "Mom can you take me to the mall? Julia and Megan are going." I beg. (They are my two best friends from the start, we do almost everything together.) "Get in the car." She says to me.

Then off we go to the mall.