Things Can Change

5:20PM

Boom, boom, boom

I jumped “What the hell was that?” I asked myself then I realized Charli was probably at my door.

I walked over to my window and seen her mom’s car, I ran downstairs and opened the door.

“Hey what took you so long I’ve been knocking forever?”

“I didn’t even hear you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“You scared the hell out of me I didn’t know what was going on… I thought the police

were at my door when I heard the boom, boom, boom.”

“Awe I’m sorry Lola I didn’t mean to scare you. Guess what I brought?”

“What?”

“Cookie mix, so we can bake Christmas Cookies!” Charli squeaked excitedly

Charli loves to bake, she want to open her own Bakery when she gets older.

“You know I love to bake.”

“Yes I do, and by we you mean you...” I tried to get out while laughing

“Yeah you always manage to screw the cookies up somehow. Just looking at the box I can already

taste the cookies.”

“What are you talking about you weirdo.” I commented sarcastically.

We walked over to the kitchen, Charli left the cookies on table, and I got the ingredients ready for

her…because I’m not as good at baking as she is.

When she came down I said “You left the cookies on the table for so long that my birthday passed 3

times”

“What are you talking about? I just went upstairs to put my bags in your room... I wasn’t even gone

that long.”

“I know I was being sarcastic, you goofball.”

“Oh, and I'm the goofball.” Charli stated confused

“I got the ingredients out and ready for you.”

“Oh okay thanks.... but where is the bowl?”

“Oh, sorry I thought I got it out.”

“It's okay you were too busy being sarcastic... I understand.”

“Ha-ha very funny.”

I grabbed Charli a mixing bowl and a whisk and sat at the table so I as out of her way. The sound of

the metal whisk scratching the metal bowl was eating me alive.

“Are you okay Lola?”

“Yeah the sound of the whisk scratching the metal bowl was eating me alive.”

“Awe I'm sorry.”

“It's -

“That you're so weird.”

I rolled my eyes. She would say something like that.

“Hey Charli... want to play a game?”    

“What? Do you not see me baking? I mean sure if you want me to burn the house down.”

“Knock it off. You retard it's a mind game.”

“Oh okay; sure. How do you play?”

“Okay all you have to do is thinking of things like similes, personification, alliteration, metaphors, repetition, synesthesia, and onomatopoeia."

“Okay I understand all of those words except synesthesia...”

“Synesthesia... The stale grey taste of recycled air fills the car.”

“What? You can't taste colors, that doesn't even make sense.”

“That is the whole point... it's supposed to be mind boggling.”

“Oh okay, this sounds interesting. I want to play can I go first?”

“Sure, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go first anyway.”

“Ok hmm let's see... Oh I got one. Lola likes to lick lemon flavored lolly pops.”

“Okay...I had a feeling you were going to do leave me with the hard ones.”

“What are you talking about we have to take turns, so I'm going to get the hard ones too.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. Okay um-

“Okay all done.”

“Wait what?”

“You were so zoned out I finished both trays of cookies and I changed in to my pajamas... I

didn't want to bother you.”

“Oh... I zoned out?”

“I'm not sure if you zoned out or if you were just really concentrated?”

“Oh okay.”