so, i had a couple mistakes in the last chapter that drove me crazy. like, literally. mostly just a few missing 'ENTER' lines.
I'm sorry about this chapter, in case it doesn't make much sense or something? It's not really meant to, I guess.
by the way, i'm totally making this up as i go. like, i really have no idea what the end of this chapter is going to look like. organization and planning--not my deal. i'm w!Ng!nG it, D4WGG.
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It was still early when the world outside the shiny apartment building woke up and started making noise. Angry horns blared every once in a while among shouts and curses that leaked through windows, dipped beneath messy brown curls, and startled a sleeping girl into a consciousness she was not yet willing to accept. She angrily sat up and blew a heap of curls to flutter before her face before allowing them to fall back into place in front of brown eyes smeared with make-up from the night before.
A silent temper tantrum occurred, after which, frustration abetted, the girl struggled against her determined sheets and pillows and all other pieces of cloth beds consist of to free herself from the tangle. Successful and once again slightly frustrated, she padded into her cluttered-with-make-up-and-other-girl-products-bathroom to shower away the after-effects of a night Jack Daniels .
She noted for the sixty-seven-thousandth time that the water pressure wasn't strong enough.
Later, the curly haired girl walked through a door with too-large windows and into a sunny, two-story house. It was warm and cozy, pictures littering every painted wall. The front door opened into a small foyer with hard-wood floors that gleamed under the bright sun streaming through the windows. A pair of converse tapped lightly through the hall that led into an open kitchen, in which a tall, kind looking man with a dark buzzed cut stood over a stove. One hand stirred a pot of sauce while the other reached into the cabinet above the stove for some unknown ingredient. Without measuring the liquid, he poured it into the pot, knowing just when to stop. Finally, he turned and faced the girl, wiping his hands on a dish towel in the process.
"I thought you had plans tonight?" he asked her, puzzled expression firmly in place.
She chuckled a 'hello' and answered, "And miss spending time with you, Uncle Rich? I would never."
He laughed and opened his mouth to speak when the back door opened and two large dogs and a smaller, mop-like animal ran inside, slipping and sliding across the gleaming-from-the-bright-sun hardwood floor. They barked an obnoxious greeting at the girl before skidding under the table and into the other wall where their water bowl sat. A middle-aged woman followed them into the kitchen, a book tucked under her arm and a glass of water dripping in her hand, ice clinking on the glass.
"Oh! Hey, Ashley. I thought you had plans?" She questioned, puzzled expression firmly in place.
The girl, Ashley, merely blinked at her.
The door to the garage opened suddenly, setting off another round of barking, as a young, teenage boy and his friend walked inside. They didn't speak as they entered the kitchen, grabbed a handful of everything it held and retreated upstairs.
"Eric! We're having dinner soon!" The ice-water woman shouted after them.
"Point?" He answered, receiving a chorus of low-pitched guffaws from the other boy.
Ashley chuckled at the rolling eyes of her aunt and the kind smile of her uncle. She walked over and sneaked a glance in the pot, steam smacking her in the face as she inhaled scents of the bubbling tomato sauce. She grimaced at the thought of another Italian meal, but hid her face from the room. While she was recovering from her dissatisfaction, yet another couple shouted their way into the room, red in the face from screaming at each other.
"Carmen! Michael! What on earth--" exclaimed the woman still clutching the book.
"Don't start Donna, we're just discussing something. It's nothing," the young woman explained, a brush off in the making. "Ashley! Hey! I haven't seen you lately."
"We met up at the mall two days ago, Carmen, remember?"
"Right, right. Sorry, Michael has me all distracted with faux wedding plans. Las Vegas, my ass."
Another argument ensued, earning exchanged glanced from the leftover family members. The curly haired girl glanced out the window of the front door to see another family outside, watching as a tiny boy and an even tinier girl peddling around the cul-de-sac , laughing and giggling in between turns, because those took concentration. The young girl fell and before Ashley could blink, the boy was by her side, helping her up and back onto the tricycle before a scar could threaten a knee.
The curly haired girl smiled from behind a too-large window, her face smiling back at her in it's reflection.