Hey, I know I need to work on Oh My Stars And Garters, but I really wanted to do this story. I just guess you guys will have to bear with me right now. All you fellow writers know the two rules of writing: Always finish your work and Always write what you want to. So don't worry, I will finish the other story, but my heart is in this one right now. So with these words, I finish this boring speech.
My eyes opened to the smell of chocolate chip cookies. Mom always makes cookies on Saturday. It's tradition.
I slowly got out of bed, ruffling my shoulder length blue-black hair. I glanced at the clock, realizing how late I slept in. It was eight! Now that may not sound late to you, but I naturally get up at six. It's some kind of weird body mechanism.
As I trampsed downstairs, the arome of deliciousness only got stronger. It wasn't overwhelming mind you, it was more soothing and warm.
Mom was just pulling the first batch out of the oven. "Good morning sleepy-head."
"Morning." I mumbled.
Mom smiled, her face lighting up. She was so beautiful, I constantly had to ask myself why she didn't have a boyfriend. In fact, in my entire fourteen years, there has not been a single man in this house that wasn't family.
She kissed me on the forehead. Her breath told me that she had been sneaking some of that yummy cookie dough. I myself dug my fingers right into bowl, trying to get as many choco chips as I could.
Mom playfully smacked my hand. "You're supposed to wait until after they're cooked."
"So are you." I laughed.
She shook her head, grinning. "You know me to well."
"Your breath gave you away. Again."
As she handed me a fresh, steaming cookie. I could see the melting chocolate chips. "Eat healthy!"
I rolled my eyes mockingly. Mom always says that kind of stuff when she gives me sugar.
The doorbell rang. Mom and I exchanged glances. Who would be at our door at this time in the morning?
I jumped up from my comfortable seat. "I got it."
"Be careful."
I crammed the rest of my cookie in my mouth as I walked from the kitchen to the hallway. As I opened the door, I was waving my hand in front of my face whispering, "Hot! Hot!"
As soon as I opened the door, I got an odd feeling. A middle aged man stood before me. He looked thirty something, and he was straightening his tie. He appeared well groomed, with his new suit, but at the same time, I wanted to laugh. His hair was a little long and slicked backwards, and had a very familiar blue-black shade. He stood awkwardly, his dark blue eyes carefully assessing me. "Is Amanda Sefton here?"
I did another once over before calling, "Mom! Some dude is here to see you!"
Mom stepped from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. "Who is it...Kurt?" She had a shocked look on her face.
"Amanda?" The guy had a broad smile that scared me a little. It reminded me of Count Dracula.
"Oh...my...God. Kurt!" My mother flung herself on this complete stranger, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him. His arms gracefully went around her waist, an obvious look of pleasure on his smug little face. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought that they would start making out like on The Notebook.
"Mom?" I asked.
Immediately they drew apart. 'Kurt' had a confused look on that vampire face of his.
"Who (detect attitude here) is this (more attitude)?"
"An old friend. That's all." That was her answer? That? No introduction, no nothing? "Would you please come in Kurt? I've made cookies." Ugh, the way she said his name. I shuddered, about to puke.
"Danke. Zat'll be nice." That was German! I would know, Mom raised me speaking it.
We all sat down around our small table. Mom served up the still hot cookies and milk with our best dishes. What made this guy so special?
"So how long has it been Manda?" He dipped his cookie in his milk. How childish!
Then I noticed I was doing the same thing.
"Oh, about fifteen years."
Whoa! Fifteen years?
I sized him up again. He was about my mom's age...he hadn't seen my mom in fifteen years...that hair of his...the German...
Mom saw my face. "Kassie, why don't you go to your room?" It wasn't as much of a question as a command.
I grabbed a few cookies, rushing to the top of the stairs. I stood outside my room and slammed my door. I crept down the stairs quietly, so no one could hear me. There was no way I was going to leave my mom alone with some stranger.
I leaned in, listening closely.
Good first chapter, huh? I hope you all like this as much as I do!