ELEVEN
The lights flashed on and off in my room causing me to see darkness and the orange of my eylids in a repetitive fashion.
"Gwen, wake up." My dad said in his raspy morning voice. I could tell by his tone he was getting impatient. I cracked open an eye and looked at the clock. 10:45.
"Why......" I groaned, pushing the pillow back over my face.
"It's the Memorial Day Picnic and I have to be there in a half an hour!" He said.
"NOOOOOOO....." I groaned even louder.
He ran over to me and yanked off the pillow looking at me playfully.
"There's extra bacon downstairs from breakfast."
I suddenly felt more awake at the prospect and consequently pulled myself out of bed as my dad left the room. I opened my dressers and yanked out the first clothes I could find, slipping them on. The result was a white shirt with red lettering from eighth grade and navy blue skinny jeans with of course, mixmatching socks and converse. I looked in the mirror and let my blonde hair down and tumble around me in slight waves from the braid it was in the night before, so I pulled it back in a ponytail and left it.
I yanked my phone free from the wall plug and checked my messages of which there was only one from this very morning.
Dimitri: I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. What about you Lovebird McGee?
I texted back.
Me: I honestly care less if you tease me here but I swear if you so much as breathe the letters OTP, you will die.
Dimitri: What if I said OTP out of order?
Me: What?
Dimitri: Like if I called you my Pair Onceandalways True. My POT.
Me: Your pot? Like a cooking pot? Or like ...
Dimitri: YEAH!
Me: ...sometimes I wonder about your mental health
Dimitri: whatever. gtg. See ya.
Me: see ya.
I went downstairs and saw my mother and father waiting in the kitchen. My mom was seated at he island munching on a piece of french toast, and as promised there was six pieces of bacon waiting on the island.
"Morning." I said to my mom and dad as I grabbed my bacon and shoved it in my mouth.
"You ready for the day?" My mom asked.
"Yeah pretty much. You?" I asked, finishing my first two pieces and reaching for two more.
"Mostly. Gotta curl my hair." She said pulling a strand of blonde hair from the front of her bobbed haircut.
"Cecelia, it looks fine, it's just a picnic." My dad said.
"No, I really should, it looks awful straight."
"Cecelia."
"No I'm doing it." My mom snapped.
"Sassy, sassy, sassy...." My dad said putting his hands up and backing off. "Be ready in ten."
"Okay." My mom said. She turned to me. "Can you babysit tonight Gwen? Or are you gonna bail on us like you've been doing for the past couple days?"
Babysitting.
Crap.
"Mom I've completely forgotten all about that oh my gosh...." I said, feeling the guilt sink in my chest.
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Reflections of Shadows
Teen FictionGwen Speculum lives what most people would call a relatively normal life despite the fact she's living on an army post in an undisclosed location. She's a bit of a tomboy, has a best friend, and has a killer babysitting job for the local kids. So ev...
