Everything Was Perfect

Chapter 3

(Wednesday, 4:15 a.m.)

I woke up when it was still dark outside, and began packing everything I thought I might need, which fit perfectly into my backpack and my overnight duffel! Just the essentials in the duffel: toothpaste and brush, hairbrush, clothes for about a week, a pillow, and a blanket. As for the backpack, that had everything I thought I might like to have. Just some random things: a camera, a good book, a headlamp, walkie-talkies, and you know, other weird gizmos that would seem to be a cool idea for a fourteen-year-old boy to take on a boring trip to an island that probably has no internet or cell phone service. Of course, then there's my mom yelling at me every two minutes saying, "don't forget to pack blah blah blah!". Naturally, my bag could barely even close by the end of her checklist.

When I was all finished packing I thought it'd be best to skip out on all the mushy family stuff and bolt for the door! But my mom caught me at the bottom of the stairs. Like I briefly mentioned earlier, we were only going to be gone for a week, but of course, to parents, that's forever and then some. So, naturally, I had to give my mom thirteen trillion hugs and my dad wouldn't quit going through scenarios that could happen to see if I knew what to do in the various situations. You know, normal overprotective parent stuff.

Once again, trying to get out the door, my mom stopped me again, she dragged me into the bathroom, right by the door, and started to brush out the tangles and snarls in my curly light brown hair. She grabbed a washcloth from the top drawer and got it wet with warm water from the sink, she took the washcloth and scrubbed it against my face. When she moved the washcloth away my nose and eyes remained scrunched up, afraid she was going to get a second wind.

"Lark, don't make that face, your face will freeze like that if you do!" she said as she tried to "massage" my face. "Come on, look at me! Let me see those beautifully unique eyes of yours!"

"Mom, please, my eyes are the most average shade of blue out there," I said opening my eyes and staring at her through the mirror in annoyance.

"But they're really not! I haven't seen this icy of a blue on anyone with brown locks like yours! That makes them unique!" She managed to say as I made my way to the front door again and opened it.

Before just walking out I yelled, "Bye Mom!" and slammed the door behind me with a grin. Without a care in the world, I raced through Kylee's front door and up to her room, I opened her door and with a little song in my voice, I called her name.

"Kylee~!" I sang joyfully, I was really trying hard to be sweet. Instead of being greeted equally nicely or nicely at all for that matter, I got slapped. In the face. Hard.

"Idiot!" This was the start of another Kylee lecture. Tune in for the full ten minutes of me sitting on the floor being bored out of mind next time on channel 7! "You have to knock before entering someone's house let alone their room! Don't you have any manners? What would you have done if I were in the middle of changing! What if I had just gotten out of the shower??"

"But you just barged right into my room!" how exactly is that fair? I can't do the same as she did to me?

"That-That was different! You wouldn't wake up! Get out, you idiot!" She said trying to push me through her doorway.

"Alright alright, I get it! I'm sorry, I'll be more considerate next time!" I sat down on her floor in defeat. This only seemed to aggravate her more.

"Get, OUT LARK!" I realized that she was in her PJ's still and needed to change, which was probably why she was so mad in the first place. Leaving my bags in her room, I got up and walked out the door. I walked towards the stairs and sat down on the top stair. I looked at the pictures of Kylee with her family. Kylee was adopted by her two mom's Jane and Stacey when she was a baby. So she doesn't really look like them at all. Jane has straight blonde hair with blue eyes, Stacey has red frizzy hair with green eyes, and Kylee has Straight black hair with deep brown eyes. Even with all the differences, their family looks average and happy. Stacey and Jane are used to hearing Kylee and me yell back and forth, so are my parents now that I think about it.