I went down stairs to go make coffee for us all, but Grace came down with her journal and pencil jotting down some more of her Superman fan fiction.
"Grace, one of these days you're going to hurt yourself not looking where you're going. Especially if you are being careless enough to go down the stairs and write at the same time," I told her.
"Fine. But I've done this at least a million times, I'm pretty sure that I'm capable of writing and walking down the stairs at the sa-" She started to say but she went rolling down the stairs.
I couldn't hold in my laughter so after a few seconds of trying, I let loose. When she got all the way to the carpet-covered first floor, she sprang up denying her ever falling down. It was a whole grand speech defending herself. Grace even claimed that she was gracefully waltzing down the steps.
"Whatever, let's go to the mall now and I'll get a coffee at Starbucks on the way there. I see that your 'waltzing down the stairs' bit has woken you up," I said finishing the conversation.
Out of no where Brooklyn popped out and exclaimed, " That we shall do, if that is what shant want!" Grace and I gave her a confused stare for a moment.
"Whatever, let's just go already," she stated.
A/N: Sorry about the wait last time and how short that chapter was, well, and this chapter. But, hey! This one's longer gtg bye!
YOU ARE READING
When I Met You In The Summer
Teen FictionThe name's Kelsey Morgan and this is my tragic love story. I laugh because now you have to read to really learn about this story. Please don't take any of my original ideas, because they take some work to make. Thanks!
