Crinkled puffy sheets hung over a figure in a large bulge, the figure breathed in softly, smelling the sweet bed sheet conditioner of summer blossoms and camomile. Even though, the figure was fast asleep.
Until…
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The figure yelped in surprisement, flinging the covers in the air and falling over the ledge of the bed and landed on the floor with a loud thump.
"Moooorning sugar plump!!!" A loud voice filled the room, standing at the end of the bed was a tall elderly woman with glasses, hiding her bright green eyes, long wavy white hair tied in a side ponytail, wearing baggy clothes that look like something in 1970's. Yep, she was a hippie grandma.
"Happy Birthday!!" she giggles with excitement, in a bubbly extend of emotion.In one hand she holds a tray of breakfast and a drink, the other…
"Grandma! What the- ow…" the woman said as she sat up quickly, in a daze of a sudden waking of her peaceful slumber rubbing the back of her head where she hit. She stares open mouthed slightly until she shouts "Is that a blowhorn in your hand?".
Grandma giggles in innocence and stares back at the blowhorn, "What? Oh this thing!" Her grandmother said while pretending to be in shock of the device she stares in sweet innocence. "Gosh is that what it was!" Grandma said fluttering her eyelashes; her granddaughter didn't find this funny. At all. She frowns and weakly stumbles up and heads back into bed. "Now, my sweet Sophie, it is not a birthday without breakfast in bed." Her grandma coos as she straightens the puffy quilt and places a tray of warm hot breakfast. Sophie; oogles at her breakfast, her mouth slightly watering at the delicious sight.
"Cinnamon pancakes and coffee!" Sophie chimes, her blue eyes sparkling, grabbing her knife and fork to begin wolfing down her tasty pancakes. Her grandmother sighs, smiling contently and the girl who has now becoming a woman. Admiring her granddaughter, feeling tears rising to her green eyes, Sophie was growing up, having a parent or a relative was sometimes bliss and a hardship to watch.
Sophie had short messy black hair with her sweepy styled right sided fringe; half of it was dyed purple. Pale soft complexion, she wasn't super skinny (size 10), but she had a lovely curvy body. There was no complaints about her boobs too, she remembered at her gigs, she had guys starring at them when she weared her tight tee-shirts. She was in stereotype terms a goth/rocker; the worse she was ever called was an emo. The last dude called her that, proclaiming she slashed her wrists and wrote poetry, she kicked him so hard in the balls that the dude was sent to hospital by the possibility that his penis was broken in two.
Sophie had obviously a fierce temper, but was sarcastically funny and kind hearted.
Sophie looked up with a mouthful of pancakes feeling the content looks of her grandmother. Sophie blushed slightly, gulping down the mouthful pancakes and slugging down a hot cup of coffee. "What?" Sophie questioned.
Sophie's grandma stroked a strand of hair out of her granddaughters face and says "I wish you grandfather was here to see you grow, well knowing him he is and peering from heaven's clouds," Grandma remarked and made Sophie laugh and giving the elder woman a soft smile. "He is probably laughing his head off still about the whole blowhorn thing." Sophie's grandmother chuckled and pats Sophie's knee from the layers of quilts, "Alright love, I'll get everything ready downstairs. You get ready for your college trip,"
Sophie rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah. A museum of history…fun." Speaking with her mouth full. Her grandmother giggles, shaking her head and closing the door from Sophie's bedroom door behind her.
Sophie places the empty tray next to her and climbs out off bed, like every morning routine, she had one. It was a habit she some how got from her grandfather.
She showered, dried her hair straightened it with her straightners, brushed her teeth and grabbed her makeup bag. She places on her foundation, mascara and eyeliner. Sophie stares at her wardrobe mirror and sighs nervously.
"Sophie there is nothing to be nervous about! So you have known him, gosh, nearly your entire life…just tell em'…" Sophie thought as she slumped her head against the glass mirror. Her face flushed with a bright shade of pink.
Sophie lifts her head in determination, her eyes sparked and a devious smirk revealed on her pink lips. From her closet she pulled her black skinny jeans, her white tank top with bold pink lettering "Kick-Ass" on them with her black bulky knee high boots. Grabbing her soft leather jacket and putting it on and her leopard print shoulder bag and a large shoulder bag filled with her essentials. Sophie planned to stay round on of her friend's house when they go out drinking. Hey, you only 18th once. Might as well celebrate it.
Sophie grinned as she pulled her black jeans down revealing very naughty looking leopard print panties and she had a matching bra. (Don't worry this white top isn't see through and quite thick! Lucky girl!)
She dashes downstairs and enters a hallway revealing a dinning room, with flowers and a large painting of an old man with neat white hair and wearing a posh suit. He sat elegantly on a gold and red chair, with a sword by his side and his right hand tucked away in his suit's jacket. Almost like George Washington does.
Sophie notices her grandmother staring at the portrait with sadness and love in her eyes starring deeply into the painting.
Sophie eyes saddened, the memory of her grandfather came flooding back with small images of him, his happy face, smoking his pip showing her 16 year old self his travel journal, laying on the carpet dead and finally grandma and Sophie crying their eyes out.
It was hard, but Sophie always wanted to remember her grandfather, his cooky loving self.
Her grandmother passed a small glass of liquid to Sophie; she stared at it in confusion. Sophie smelt it and looked shocked. "This is scotch!" Sophie said in pure shock, the glass looked at least one shot worth of alcohol.
"Might as well," Her grandmother said as she put the bottle of scotch back in a cabinet underneath her dead husbands painting. She looks back and Sophie and grins madly.
"You will find not better scotch than your grandfather's collection,"
Sophie gave a gesture of cheers with her glass and in one quick gulp and tilts her head back and feels the warm amber Smokey taste of scotch ran down her throat. She coughed violently feeling the scotch burning her tonsils, "This is strong stuff!" Sophie bellowed out coughing violently.
Her grandmother giggled, she sits up and takes the glass from Sophie's hand and smiles; "Sit down; I have a present for you!"
Sophie did a s she was instructed, seeing through a door way, her grandmother skipped towards her with happiness and a big smile. It was a large white square box with pink and leopard print bows and decorated strings all over.
Sophie smiles whole heartedly and quickly she removed the package and peered inside the box. Her eyebrows shifted in confusion and stares directly at the object, she carefully pulled it out.
It was a round golden metal ball, with unusual markings, that seemed to glisten if you touched them. Sophie stared at it and said "Grandma…(I don't mean to be rude) what is it?"
Her grandmother, shifted her eyes slightly, "I don't know," Sophie's mouth gaped slightly "Your grandfather never told me."
Sophie stared at it with curiosity, Sophie's grandmother sighs and pokes the sphere "Your grandfather found this along his travel's around the world; I know he would want you to have it."
Sophie smile's, "It looks cool," Sophie places the golden orb in her shoulder bag, "Maybe the museum could tell what it is." Her grandmother nods in agreement while looking at a clock behind Sophie. "You better get going honey, or you will be late.". Sophie let out a yelp and shouts out "I'm off Grandma Rosie, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you!" Sophie said as she dashed out of the door.
Rosie walked quickly behind her and kissed her granddaughters cheek and says sweetly, "I love you too, have a great birthday!" she waves Sophie goodbye watching her running wildly for her bus while her bags went flying around her.
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End of part 1 of this chapter! Man that took longer than I thought. Thanks; Midnight-Ninja-Of-The-Darkness, thanks for the lovely review.