Chapter 3 – The First Sign
Tiffany's P.O.V.
"Hey Chelsey, are you going to Pizza Hut with us?" I asked my sister. Chelsey is my sister who happens to look a lot like me even though she is three years older. She is a freshman at college and happened to be home this weekend. She was lying down on her bed watching TV.
"Yeah, and Jimmy's coming too," she replied. Jimmy is Chelsey's boyfriend. They've been dating since the eighth grade (they are both the same age). So that's about five years now. Wow, talk about a commitment.
After I told Chelsey about our plans for supper tonight, I went into my room to get ready to go in a half an hour. I looked at the clock on my bed's headboard which read "5:30pm". "Wow, I'd better hurry or else Mom's gonna get mad again," I said to myself sarcastically.
Quickly, I went into my walk-in closet and grabbed my make-up bag. While rummaging through all of the makeup I managed to find the shade of brown eye shadow that I was looking for. Then I grabbed my mascara and eyeliner and made a beeline to the bathroom.
When I was ready to put on my mascara, I looked up at the mirror in shock. All I could say was, "Whoa." My eyes looked extremely green which is odd because my eyes are normally hazel. But then again my eyes do change color and I was wearing a green shirt so I thought nothing of it.
After I put on my makeup and pulled my hair up partially, I grabbed my purse and ran down the stairs. My mom was sitting on the couch waiting. "Hey look Mom," I told her while holding my arms out like I was about to hug her. "Now I don't have to hear you yell at me again!" I cheered happily. My mom's face went from happy to pleased.
"Hey now," she said laughing. "I wouldn't have had to yell at you this morning if you'd actually gotten up for school."
"I didn't want to get out of bed since you were getting physical."
"Me kicking your bed does not mean I was getting physical. I was doing that so you would wake up." It's true, even my alarm clock couldn't wake me up.
"What can I say? I'm a heavy sleeper."
"Well apparently not heavy enough. When I kicked your mattress for the fifth time, you flew off the bed with it." She smiled and started to laugh really hard.
"And I woke up. You did such a nice job Mom," I replied while smiling and patting her on the back.
"So are you ready to go?" she asked, changing the subject.
"No, I still have to get my coat and shoes on." I really wanted to get going so I headed over to the coat closet and grabbed my shoes and coat.
My mom got up from the couch and walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Chelsey! Are ya done yet?" Okay that's it. There's no denying it. Yelling really is her favorite thing to do.
I could finally hear Chelsey running down the stairs. "Yeah, and Jimmy just got here too so we can leave now." She smiled as she walked past Mom to go get her shoes and coat on. "Isn't Tyler coming with us?"
"Yes. He's already sitting out in the truck," my mom replied. She sounded pretty frustrated. I'm guessing it's because Jimmy is coming with us. Even from the beginning, she never did like him.
Once everyone got into my mom's black Trailblazer we were ready to go. My mom pulled out of the driveway, shut the garage door, and took off down the road. Since I knew this was going to be a little bit of a drive, I took out my iPod and found the song that I felt like listening to at the moment – So Obvious by Runner Runner. I pressed play, and slunk down into my seat (which happened to be shotgun since I didn't want to be in the back seat with my sister and her boyfriend).
I slowly opened my eyes to see that we were surrounded by snow, cornfields, and hills covered in snow. To my surprise I didn't even know that I could fall asleep that fast. We'd only been on the road for ten minutes.
"Tiffany? Are you okay? You're not sick are you?" My mom sounded worried about me. Why? All I did was fall asleep for a little bit. Besides shouldn't she be focusing on the –
"Mom! Look out! There's a pheasant!" Chelsey shouted. Of course, right there in the middle of the road there was a colorful pheasant, looking as innocent as a bird that's in the middle of the road ever could.
My mom has slow reactions, so when she finally looked away from me and towards the road, she had to act really fast. Since she is about as human as anybody, she did the one thing that almost everybody would do, and shouldn't. She swerved off the road.
Everything seemed to happen so fast. First, we were on the road. Then some bright light surrounded the Trailblazer for a short period of time. Suddenly, I felt myself jerk forward a bit and then the light dispersed. Next thing I knew, all of us were stunned as we looked through the windshield to see the post of a power line that we almost hit. I looked out of my window to see that stupid pheasant cross over the road and stop in the ditch. In one swift motion, it shifted its gaze over to our vehicle and then cocked its head to the side.
"Hey Mom, I think that bird you almost hit is mocking us," I stated, enunciating the word 'bird' like it was some disgusting creature. My mom was panicking too much to notice what I just said. Instead she kept looking in the backseat to make sure everyone was okay.
When she finally realized that everyone was fine, she said nervously, "Kids, don't tell your father about this. He already thinks I'm a bad driver. If he knew about this then that would be the icing on the cake."
Of course my brother just had to ask, "What cake?" We all stared at him.
"Really Tyler? Can't you save it for the pizza?" Chelsey asked. Jimmy was sitting next to her looking like he'd been through this whole scenario before. He had a smile on his face that he was trying really hard to hold back.
"Oh my God!" I began saying as we walked into Pizza Hut. "I thought we'd never get here alive!" I tried to sound as sarcastic as possible since my mom was probably already in a bad mood. As always my mom looked at me with a straight face saying, "Oh be quiet." But I knew deep . . . deep . . . . . very deep down, she was laughing. Who wouldn't after they almost hit a freaking pheasant?
When we sat down our waitress asked us what we wanted to drink. My mom and I both got Pepsi, my brother got Sierra Mist since it's his favorite drink, and then Chelsey and Jimmy both got Mountain Dew. After we were done, the waitress acted bubbly (kind of like our sodas) and said, "All right, I'll be back to get your order." She finished her sentence with a smile and then walked off.
"Hey Tiffany?" my mom asked me. "Is it just me or do your eyes look extremely green?" Hearing this, Chelsey had to look at me and see for herself.
"Yeah mom," she said. "Her eyes do look really green. I thought your eye color was hazel?"
I scrunched my face at her and said, "It is." The waitress came back with our pops about a minute later and asked us what we wanted. I immediately spoke up and said, "I'll get the Sausage Italiano." What can I say? I prefer pasta over pizza.
Yes! Here's the end to another exciting (I hope) chapter. There's nothing else to say except . . . review! I really need some feedback here.