A Tribe United

Chapter 18

Laura stood up. "Come on, guys. We have to go get dressed."

"Why aren't you dressed?" Marc looked up from his bowl of oatmeal.

"We wanted to eat first."

"You're not that messy, are you?" Mal teased.

"You know I am." Marcy was dead serious.

Mike laughed. "Does that mean I can have your leftover bacon?"

Mercedes handed him her plate. "Come on, guys!"

The girls got up and went upstairs as the guys continued eating. The girls went to their separate rooms to dress. They'd already showered and brushed and lotioned down so all they needed was their apparel.

Laura wouldn't have a locker to hold her things so she needed something to go with her winter boots. The girls had found her the perfect outfit the night before.

She put on underwear and slipped on a blue jean skirt and pink sweater. Both she and Marcy decided to wear tank tops under their sweaters just in case they came out of them but Laura was sure she wouldn't.

She pulled on fuzzy socks over her stockings and brushed her hair. She plugged in her curler and went about spraying herself with fragrance, a peach spray.

Then she put in her jewelry, a strand of pearls around her neck, a sapphire ring, a diamond bracelet and pearl earrings.

Her curling iron was hot by the time she got done so she began curling her hair in loose beach waves. When she finished, she unplugged the tool and set it inside a cooler.

She used her comb to disrupt some of the curls then slid in her pink headband. Luckily the girls had had spa night after picking out their clothes so they each had newly done French tip manicures.

She put brown eyeliner on with pink eyeshadow then put on red mascara and pink lipstick before getting up.

She grabbed her backpack, filled with books that she'd gotten from her school of choice, Stanford and her purse, a Louis Vitton bag from Santa before leaving her room with her boots.

Her younger sisters were all waiting for her outside her door, even Quinn.

"You look great!" Laura approved before eyeing Marcy. "That skirt is a bit short."

"You picked it out." Marcy reminded her.

Laura's face dropped. "Humph! Just sit with your legs closed!"

Marcy made a face at her.

Quinn giggled.

"Come on, guys!" Mercedes was ready to go. "I don't want to be late!"

"The guys should be done eating. Come on." Laura led them down to the foyer and they put their bags and shoes on a sofa down there.

They went to the kitchen to get their lunches and snack.

The boys had a hard time picking up their jaws. "Wha-?!"

"Get your things." Laura ordered as she passed out their food. "Put those dishes in the dishwasher and run it. We have to go."

"Not with you dressed like that!" Marc sputtered.

"There's nothing wrong with the way we're dressed." She ignored him.

"Marcy can't even bend over in that skirt!"

"You're not supposed to bend over in skirts, Marc." Laura rolled her eyes.

"I don't care! No! No! I forbid it!"

"Then you stay here and I'll take Maddie to school."