Little Irwin

Chapter 6

   "Elizabeth!" My eyes shot open as I heard my name being yelled. I sat up quickly only to have my forehead come in contact with the  bunk ceiling. I fall back on the bed and groan, putting a hand on my apparently sweaty forehead. I look to my left and come face to face with a very concerned father. "Lizzy are you okay? You were mumbling and then kind of just screamed." I nodded my head quickly, mouth too dry to form words. It was a dream? It all felt so real. "What happened?"

   I shook my head and swallowed. "Just a nightmare." I peeled the sticky sheets off of me and slid out of bed shakily. "What time is it?"

   He furrows his eyebrows and glances at his watch. "1 o'clock. We were about to head out and do some grocery shopping."

   "Were you gonna wake me up?"

   "No, you just seemed so peaceful. I thought you would like some extra sleep." I shook my head.

   "No thanks, I'll come with." I rushed out and grabbed some clothes before heading into the little bathroom and changing quickly. I looked in the mirror and brushed through my hair while looking at the clothes I grabbed. It was a Nirvana shirt Uncle Luke had gotten me and a pair of shorts. I brushed my teeth before leaving and grabbing my Vans from last night. Slipping them on and walking, hopping, at the same tike I went into the living room with everybody else. "Ready?"

   We had the bus driver head to the closest grocery before hopping out and heading in. I grabbed a cart, but apparently we needed four. I rolled my eyes at this. "Okay, do we have a list?" Dad held up a piece of paper and I quickly read it over. "They don't have llamas at the grocery store." I said in a monotonous voice. Courtney pouted at this. "Okay maybe we should-"

   "Have the kids get in the carts and race?!" Uncle Mikey asked with excitement.

   "N-" I started, only to get cut off again.

   "Yea!" They all shouted. I physically facepalmed at them all.  I am surrounded by three year olds, I swear.

   "Guys, are you being serious right now?" I was ignored as they all started walking towards the isles, looking for some to race in. I groaned and followed from a far distance, not wanting to be seen with my embarrassing family. They quickly found four free isles and started making rules that I wasn't paying attention to.

   "Alright children, get in the carts." I rolled my eyes. "Please Lizzy?" I let out a deep sigh but walked up to the cart.

   "Boost me up." I grumbled out. I felt my dad's hands grab my sides and lift me slightly as I put my feet in the unsteady cart. I gripped the sides while they started counting down.

   "Three..." Why am I doing this? "two..." Is it too late to back out? "one!"

   And then, all I felt was wind breezing by my face and my hair whipping past before something happened. It turns out we had one of those carts. The kind that tend to lean towards a different direction rather than straight ahead. There also happened to be something that I'm not quite sure what laying slightly in the path. For  a brief few seconds everything was fine, the next few weren't. The cart tumbled into the isle, with me trapped underneath. The contents on the shelves crashed down on top of where I was trapped and I heard glass shatter. I felt numb.

   I heard a scream before my eyes closed and darkness consumed me.