"Mom! Have you seen my bag?"
It is the end of my senior year of high school, the last day for all seniors until Graduation, and I am running late. I wouldn't even be going if it wasn't also our last day of finals.
"I believe it would be where you left it." She called over her shoulder.
Well duh woman. I knew that already.
"And, just where did I leave it?"
"How should I know?" Gah! That woman!
"Thanks a lot." I mummered as I search the living room frantically.I was just about to give up my search, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
"You looking for something?" Turning, I find my dad holding my bag in the air. "You should really stop making pit stops at the refrigerator after school."
"No way! I left it in the fridge?"
"I found it next to the strawberries." What can I say? Strawberries and Nutella are my snacking weakness.
"Thanks Dad. At least someone around here looks after my best interests. "
"I heard that!" I hear my Mom call from her current station on the couch.
"That woman hears everything!" I say in a hushed tone.
"Tell me about it" my Dad mumbles as he turned to walk away. "I can't say anything without her knowing. Even if I'm on the other side of the house, the music on, and whispering along. She still complains that I'm too loud." He says shaking his head.
"That's because the music is playing through your headphones and you are actually screaming. " My Mom states as she stands and turns toward us. "Everyone can hear you. Including the neighbors. Who, mind you, were the ones complaining. I just relayed the message." She chuckles.
It was true. My Dad was a pretty loud person to start with. Add headphones to the mix, and it was nearly ear shattering.
"You can finish this conversation without me. Some of us have classes to be late for." I say, making my way to the door.
"Okay Syd, we love you. Oh, and we wont be here when you get home tonight. You'll be flying solo for the night Hon." He stops to chuckle at his little joke. "It will be very late before we get home, so don't wait up."
"Just don't get into any trouble or kill anyone." I call over my shoulder as I close the door.
Too bad my parents never listen to what they're told.
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Haunted by an Angel
Ficción GeneralEvery story has a beginning, but some stories just don't know when to end. Sydney Masterson has had the same dream for years; standing alone in an empty Victorian ballroom, with beautiful Angels painted on the ceiling. A light, masculine voice c...
