"AHH!" My mother squealed in my ear, "My baby girl!" she sufficated me, hugging so tightly. "Missed you too mom." I smiled and stepped back, rearranging my outfit and hair.
My parents arrived home from one of my fathers business trips. "I hope you didn't throw any parties while we were gone." He jokingly said, hugging me from the side with his right arm.
Exchanging looks at one another, my mom and I locked our arms, and broke out in laughter leading the way upstairs. Straight ahead were white double doors, my mom walked up, gripping the door knobs and swung the doors completely open. The whole room flowed with the color scheme of light brown and deep red. I went about the room opening curtains, pools of light began to form on the floor and walls. My father and Butler soon came after us with matching baggage's. Without making eye contact my mom pointed at the ground in front of the king sized bed. She kneeled down beside the suitcases and began unzipping them.
She then handed me clean, unworn clothing, I walked back and forth from the closet organizing the clothes neatly. Coming back in with a couple of sweaters, I spotted something against the wall. I slowly approached the rack of clothes, seperating them aside, and discovered a trunk.
It was dark brown and had a metal latch on the front, the wood was damaged and stained. I bent down, hovering my finger over the lock, carefully examining it. I didn't notice my mom, who was standing directly behind me, "Syrena Charlotte Snyder!"
I sprung up, banging my head on the wooden baton. "Ow!" I rubbed the top of head, hoping the pain would go away. She recovered the trunk, "Oh honey, I didn't mean to scare you. Here, lets get an ice pack for that head of yours." She ushered me downstairs into the kitchen, I haven't mentioned the trunk since.
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Pop music played from the laptop while my face was burried in multiple homework assignments. I checked off my progress in my planner, next up was Macbeth. I picked up my phone, and sighed, starring at the blinking line in the text box.
Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up tomorrow for our project in Mator's class. Send
Not even a minute passed when he replied,
Sure!
I set my laptop on my lap and google mapped local areas. I was hesitant on pressing the send button.
The coffee shop off 67th and Breadsly at 3?
Again, he answered within seconds,
Sounds great! see you then.
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I woke up to my dogs obnoxious barking, they crouched by the window that faced the front of the house. From under the covers, I stuck my hand out and threw a pillow, but that didn't stop them.
"RUGAR! ATHENA! ENOUGH!" my voice roared from under the thick sheets, they growled, then silenced but stood near the window. For about twenty minutes I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot. Finally settled in... and they began to yap again.
I groaned, slipping out of bed and opening my door, "Out!" I pointed into the hallway. They didn't budge. My dad stood outside in the hall, with a snap of his fingers and short whistle, they came rushing out. "Good Morning sunshine," he commented, I rolled my eyes and slammed the door, making sure to lock it. I took a peek outside my window, left then right, nothing.
Unable to get back to sleep, I decided to get ready. I styled my hair in a messy bun, wearing black leggings, with an oversized off-white knit sweater and combat boots. I headed out a couple of minutes early, wanting to make sure to got a good spot inside the cafe.
I arrived shortly before three and I reserved a table in the corner by a large window overlooking the parking lot and other franchies across the street. Thirty minutes after three and no show of Stiles, I was growing impatient and ordered a pumpkin spice latte. I texted and called, but no response. "Maybe he's just running late." I thought and chose to distract myself by reading Macbeth.
I glanced at my phone for the last time, 4:32 p.m. I gave up and retreated back home.
