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Fifteen minutes ago, when I'd gotten in the shower, the house was completely silent. Now it was a three ring circus. As soon as I'd shut off the shower, I'd heard it. Rose was banging on the door to our shared bathroom, Mom was shouting at Ethan about not being up to her and Dad's standards, and Dad was yelling at Rose to stop banging and Mom to stop shouting. "Bethany! Hurry up! I've got to leave in 45 minutes!" Rose shrieked. Plenty of time to get ready. I thought, grabbing a towel. I heard the front door slam and Ethan's motorcycle roar down the road. "Beth-a-ny!" Rose cried through the door, kicking it.
"Hold on!" I said, slipping into the denim shorts and blue tank top I'd picked up earlier. I wrapped a towel, turban style, over my wet hair and tucked my discarded pj's under my arm before opening the door. "It's summer vacation, Rose. Where do you have to be?" I snapped at my twelve year old sister. She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest.
"Band camp,du-uh! I've been going all week! Now move." She said pushing past me and slamming the door. Fortunately, I'd been going for early morning jogs to the beach all week. Today, unfortunately, I'd slept in a bit. Why, in such a big house, was there only one bathroom upstairs? I mean, it was fancy enough that every bedroom had a half bathroom, but there was only one other shower besides the one in my parents bathroom. Thankfully, I only had to share it with Rose, because Ethan's bedroom was in the basement. I walked down the large hallway, away from the stairs and the upstairs sitting area that overlooked the front door and the entry hall. Behind me was my parent's suite, complete with a bedroom, their own sitting room and bar, a massive balcony, two giant walk in closets, and bathroom the size of a school bus. I passed Rose's rooms and headed to the end of the hall, where my rooms were. This house was so palatial, Rose and I each had a bedroom, and an extra room. I used mine as a place to do homework, and that's the only time I used it. Sure, its probably every teenage girl's dream to have two rooms, but I preferred the cozy privacy of my bedroom. Most of the time, we didn't even use half of the house. I was always outside anyway. I entered my room, only to find our dog, Tally, asleep on my window seat. The black cocker spaniel thumped her tail at my arrival, but didn't get up. She obviously preferred the calm silence of my room to all the yelling downstairs. I unwrapped the towel around my head, and went into the half bath to hang it up. The family cat, Sasha, was also a guest in my room. I found the Siamese taking a nap in her favorite spot-the sink. I smiled at her antics, and quickly decided against turning on the water. I had done that enough times to know that the only thing cats hate more than being startled awake is being startled awake with a cold shower. But I did have to dry my hair. "Sorry, Sash" I said, as I plugged in the hair dryer. "I gotta dry my hair." As the hair dryer roared to life, the disgruntled cat leaped away. After drying my hair, I began putting the mess to rights with a brush. As soon as I turned off the hair dryer, Sasha returned, and settled on her second favorite nap spot- my feet. Her quiet purring was the only sound as I ran the flat iron over my hair to get it to be smooth and more manageable. Why did I have to get stuck with the red hair? Ethan had Dad's sandy, darker blonde hair, and Rose had Mom's platinum blonde locks. I just had red. Well, it wasn't red red, more like a light reddish tan color. And it did have someblonde highlights in it, if I got enough sun, if you looked closely. After putting my hair to rights, I dug out my mascara wand. Unfortunately, I was the only kid to get Mom's light brown eyelashes and light hazel eyes. I put just enough on just to darken my eyelashes. I leaned close to the mirror, wishing I could cover up my freckle dotted nose. Not even concealer worked. Freckles were cute when you were five, but not anymore. I spun around-disturbing the cat yet again- and flicked my bangs out of my eyes. I was trying to grow them out, but, man were they annoying. Hoping the worst of the morning rush was over in the kitchen, I headed downstairs. Dad had already left, probably taking Rose with him to band camp or whatever, and Ethan hadn't come back. No doubt he would as soon as Mom left. She was chatting away, holding her cell phone with one hand and typing away on her laptop with the other. Hoping to sneak under the radar, I grabbed a yogurt out of the fridge, and a spoon and tried unsuccessfully to sneak back upstairs. Unfortunately, Mom had seen me and was getting off the phone. She was giving me that look, the one that means don't you dare eat that anywhere else but the kitchen, young lady.I poured a glass of orange juice and sat down at the island as Mom said goodbye to whoever she was talking to.
"Bethany, darling, what are your plans for the day?" she said, packing up her laptop. I shrugged.
"Nothing really" I said, stirring my yogurt to mix it with the fruit on the bottom. "Not yet, at least" Mom smoothed the skirt of her suit and walked to the coffee maker, heels clicking.
"Well, today is Rose's last day of camp and she has her concert tonight. Your father and I both have to work late tonight, so I know she'll be heart -broken" Mom glanced up at me from behind her platinum blonde hair, highlighted to cover up the ever creeping gray, of course. "But if you and your brother would go..." I sighed.
"I ask him." I said.
"Good. It starts at seven, at the high school. Don't be late. Now I really must be going. Goodbye, Bethany." And just like that, she was gone. Somehow I knew she'd been planning to ask Ethan and me to go all along. I smiled to myself and finished my yogurt. I could always go to the beach. But on a Friday, it was sure to be crowded with locals-most of them my peers. It was bad enough I had to see them during school, but I was going too avoid meeting up with anyone I knew this summer at all costs. It wasn't like I had any friends...
I tossed the empty yogurt container in the trash and ran back upstairs to get my shoes. "But I don't need relationships, right Tally?" I said, upon entering. The dog only thumped her tail in response. "I don't need friends, and I don't need a boyfriend." I dug a pair of sneakers out of my messy closet and sat down on my unmade bed to put them on. "I mean, who does? Relationships just bog people down." Tally hoped down from the window seat and jumped up next to me. I slid the left shoe on and tied it. "They're too much drama." I put on the right shoe on. "Besides, I've got you, and Ethan." I patted Tally's head, and rubbed behind his ear. "Dogs are forever, and so are brothers. Right?" He wagged his tail expectantly. I scooped my hair into a ponytail. "I'm talking to a dog." I whispered. I fastened a hair tie around the hasty ponytail. "C'mon. I'll take you for a walk."
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