"Scarlett!" my mother, Andrea, yelled to me from downstairs in the kitchen. "Scarlett?! Scarlett Lane, get up now!" she yelled some more. I groaned and rolled out of my bed.
"I'm up!" I yelled back. I looked over at my alarm clock on my nightstand, it read 7:30 A.M. "7:30?! What is she thinking it's Saturday and summer!" I mumbled under my breath as I stood and walked to my bathroom off my room.
My parents made a pretty decent amount of money. My mother was a senator for the state of Washington and my father was Governor Paul Lane of Washington. That year my parents both decided to something different. They both loved their jobs, but wanted to more for our country, to really lead it in the right way, they always said. So, my father decided to run for president, while my mother ran as his vice president. God, was that a shock when I learned it. I was in school, the prestigious Washington Academy, in one of the last few weeks of school, when Annie, my best friend, came up to me. She was very excited about something. She had come to congratulate me about my parents becoming candidates in the upcoming elections. I was shocked they had never told me anything about joining the election. I was furious that they never asked or even told me about their decision. But eventually I warmed up to the idea, I was even excited.
And now we're home in the middle of August. It seemed like every week or weekend we were away for something, and of course I was dragged along because I was "just a little girl" and couldn't stay home and take care of myself. I was home and excited, okay mainly nervous. Because that night was the night of the biggest piano recital I'd be in. I had been playing piano since I was six. I was taking lessons from the same old lady, and I was the best in class. And so while taking a shower that morning I was going over the notes in my head, and trying to figure out what I'd wear, something sophisticated and young, but not to young and revealing. I stepped out of the shower and instead of actually stepping I fell out. I fell out on my naked back, thinking there'd be a bruise there in the morning. I was a naturally clumsy person, I couldn't help it. My parents always joke around saying, people must think they beat me from the way I show up with a new bruise or sore on me everyday. I'd laugh it off, hating my clumsiness.
"Scarlett?" my mom yelled once again. "Did you fall out of the shower again?" I could hear her trying to hold back the laughter. I grimaced as I stood up slowly. I wrapped a towel around me as I left my bathroom and bedroom heading down the stairs to the kitchen.
"So did you?" my mother left.
I glare at her "Yes." I rolled my eyes. "Damn this clumsiness! It's going to be the death of me!" I nearly shouted. My mother merely frowned.
"Watch your language." she said casually. I grimace as a flare of pain flashed across my back.
"Mom, have you seen my back dress?" I asked as I picked at a waffle she sat in front of me at the kitchen island.
"No. What do you need it for?" she asked. Then her cell phone went off, some love song as the ring tone. I sighed as she answered it, I knew it was my father, but I knew it'd be about work. And I was right.
"Hello? Yes, I have them with me." she said into the phone. I took a bite of my waffle. "Okay." she looked at me again. "Why don't you wear that little skirt set I bought you last week?"
"Mom, that makes me look like I'm 10!" I groaned.
"Yes, I'm still hear." she told dad. She looked away, walking around looking for her briefcase. She babbled away, until I was finished with my waffle. She turned back to me again.
"What do you need the dress for again?" she nibbled on her own waffle.
"For my-"
"Yes? I'm on my way!" she interrupted. She shot up and out of her chair, pulling her briefcase with her. She rounded the island stopping at me to kiss my head good-bye, and flew out the door to her SUV.
"Piano recital." I mumbled.