" Stacy!" yelled my mom
I came running down the stairs in my socks.
"Yes mamma?"
"I need to talk to you."
Just those 6 words made me think I was introuble.I began to think to myself what have I done?
"One of my friends has a 13 year old son named Jake and she is going away for awhile and she wants him to stay with us just for a little bit and dont worry he will have his own room but, the empty room next to yours is his"
" Is he annoying?" I asked.
She laughed
"No he is a very respectful boy." she answered
" Is he coming today?" I asked my last question.
"Yes he is going to be here in an hour." she answered
I went up to my room to straightin up. I thought to myself "What is he going to look like" and "is he really respectful like my mom says he is going to be?" my mind kept wondering of questions that I couldnt wait to be answered. then after about an hour( like my mom said) I heard the doorbell ring...was it him?!
