First Time, Worst Time, Best Time

Cars and Guys

Mom came out a few hours later and we headed to town.

"I guess you don't see much of Misti anymore, do you?" I asked as we pulled out of our driveway.

"No, she has quite a busy schedule. I'm sure you will, too as soon as school starts."

"Speaking of school, guess who I talked to today?" I asked.

"Who?"

"Tina. She told me basketball practices are starting next week. She invited me to come with her and see if Coach will let me practice this summer so I can play next year."

"That would be great. I know you've missed playing."

"I really have. I want to play so badly," I explained.

"I hope it works out for you, Sweetie."

We spent the afternoon at the mall. Mom insisted on buying me a new outfit to celebrate my coming back home, and I loved what we picked out. When we pulled in our driveway, I saw a car I didn't recognize. Misti was sitting in the living room and stood when we came in.

"Hey, Bryonna. This is Amber Jackal. You probably remember seeing her around school before you left," Misti said.

"Hi, Amber," I responded with a smile and a nod in her direction.

She was a small, petite girl with long dark curly hair.

"Hey, Bryonna. I can't believe you traded in southern California for this place," she said.

"What can I say? Alden was calling my name," I answered laughing.

"Okay, that's just plain scary," she replied laughing back. "Misti, I think your sister might have a couple screws loose."

"I've been saying that for years," teased Misti. "Hey, Mom. Where did you guys go?"

"Oh, just to the mall, I bought your sister a welcome home outfit," she answered.

"From what I've seen, she needs all the help she can get," she teased.

"Very funny. I just happen to like being comfortable more than looking stylish," I quipped.

Misti and I looked a lot alike at first glance. We were about the same height, same build and same hair color. When we younger we were constantly mistaken for twins, but Misti had always been more fashion savvy. I just can't bring myself to make the effort and Misti never lets me forget it.

"Don't try explaining that to our Misti," Amber spoke up.

"Excuse me for caring about style," defended Misti. "I am obviously the only one in this family with taste. No offense, Mom."

"None taken. I'll just stick to my scrubs," said Mom before heading to her room.

My cell rang and I headed to the kitchen.

"Hello."

"Is Bryonna there?" I did not recognize the voice on the other end.

"This is she."

"Bryonna, this is Brad."

"Hey." I managed to squeeze out.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"No," I replied praying he could not hear the tremor in my voice.

"Cool. I was just wondering what you were doing tonight?"

"I haven't really thought about it. I just got back from town," I replied.

"I know you have a lot going on, but I'm going to be out with Lance later. I thought you might be around."