Chapter One
It was seven o'clock in the morning. Even on a holiday I was waking up this early! I snoozed for about another ten minutes until I smelled the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls coming up the three flights of stairs. That's when my mom, the world's greatest cook, came upstairs with a plate full. But of course all the sweetness had to wear off sometime or another.
"Let's go! Get up, and get ready! Don't forget to clean your room. Elsa is on holiday in Austria visiting her family, so she won't be able to clean up after you today! I'm going to get your sisters up. I will see you; no you'll be downstairs in about a half an hour." My mom, Amelia, trots out of the room shutting the door behind her. "Oh!" she exclaims as she bursts back in. "Your Aunt Allison and Uncle Albert will be here soon. Andrew and Andrea are coming as well. So hurry your butt up!" With that she leaves.
I hop out of bed and walk over to my humongous closet. Almost like a shopping mall. Maybe I shop a little bit. I pick out the perfect outfit! Hollister maroon polo shirt, white lace American Eagle camisole, and my favorite pair of Seven jeans, told you it was perfect. Then I walk over to my jewelry box and pick out the Tiffany's hoops, silver, and the small diamond daddy got me for Christmas last year. I then skip to the bathroom, shut the door, undress and take my shower.
When my shower's done, I get dressed while thinking the one thought that always goes through my head on a holiday morning…"What's going to go wrong this year"
You see every year something goes wrong at my house. It could be that something got overcooked, or, the most famous one, my mom got distracted and but to much yeast in her homemade rolls. Well you can only imagine what happened. But we did end up getting a new stove because of it.
'I drive these brothers crazy. I do it on the daily.' That's my phone. I run over to my dresser where I charged it and answer it." Hello?" I say uncertainately.
"Hey Lena! What's up" Oh no! It's this really annoying girl, Nicolette, she's in my class and she calls me at this time of the day on every holiday and weekend.
"Nothing much just getting ready for Thanksgiving. You?" I say really annoyed. I mean think about it, the same time on the weekends. She's so annoying! I mean, "I just want to get ready and be alone! Doesn't she ever understand that?" Oh-no…Did I just say that into the phone?
"What did you just say? Were you talking to me?" Nicolette sounds really annoyed. I'm done for.
"I wasn't talking to you I was talking about my…my…mom! Yes that's it. Why doesn't she ever leave me alone! It's Thanksgiving for Pete's sake! Listen I got to go! Happy Thanksgiving! Bye!" I quickly hang up the phone. That may have been a little too close. Even for me.
I walk over to my stereo and turn on Candide then continue to get ready. I apply my moisturizer to my hair then blow dry, while singing into the hair dryer. I know embarrassing I hairspray lightly then saunter out of the bathroom and over to the jewelry section of my closet. Add my accessories, then makeup. Light blush, eye shadow, and lip-gloss are perfect. I walk over to the door out on my pearly white Etnies and skip out the room in a very happy mood.