June 4
I ate my sloppy, turkey sandwich. I shook my head ,it was 8:36 and I needed to go take a shower 20 minutes ago. Bad time to be eating food because my mom walked in on me enjoying my nice brunch.
Crap!
"Neveah! I told you to go get ready to go see Grandma. And What are you doing? Eating a damn sandwich! You better look presentable for her, you know how she is..." My mom said slowly. She makes her voice slow when she wants to leave to go somewhere. It's a little scary actually.
I stumbled up the stairs so fast it sounded like thunder. I did as I was told and took a shower. The water felt nice and warm today, not that it normally doesn't. As I was drying myself to put on my clothes, a familiar scent filled the air. That left me looking like a idiot because I started to sniff myself to see if it was me. Turns out it was just some air freshener my brother sprayed in the hall. Whatever scent is was reminded me of a girl... not that I like girls anyway.
When it was time to put on my clothes, I wore a Teal colored skirt . My wet, wavy, brown hair got pulled into a braid. When my mom heard my rapid foot steps coming down the stairs, she suddenly called my name. "Neveah! Don't forget to get her quilt." On the left side of me was the ugliest quilt to ever be made by such fine fabric. In my opinion it's a waste. At least it's not staying in our house anymore! I think it was made by Piper Westbrook or maybe her mom. They make things like that for seniors. They also are friends of my mom, though I have never met them.
When I saw how my mother looked in the car, I smirked. Her once ordinary hair had been curled a couple times. A pink and long dress flowed nicely on her strong body. "Is this too fancy? Did I overdress just to see a funny women?" She asked as if she wore undergarments on the sun. I just told her to act like she is comfortable in it around grandma.
I closed the door of the White Toyota and off we went .
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Pineapple Juice
Teen FictionMy name is Neveah. This is the story of my summer after the long 7th grade. Oh no, not just any summer from a 13 year old. This was the time of my life. Looking for where to read about the fun side of things. The story you may know as pineapple ju...