The sunlight shining through her open window was the first thing in the day to piss Amanda off. Rolling over, she pulled the covers tighter over her head. The radio was the second.
Wake up New York! It's yo' man DJ Stylz, blazin' it up wit da hottest beats around. The current time is 7 o'clock on this hot Thursday mornin'. Time to get up and eat yo' mama's grits and bacon. Uhm…uhm I can smell it now. Well we'll be back in just a few minutes. Till then keep it tuned to your favorite radio stattttiiiooooonnnnn!!!!! 103.7 Hot Hitz!! Yea Baby! {Commercial starts}
Sticking a sluggish arm out of the covers, Amanda felt around for the "off" button on her radio. It was times like these when she was glad she was on summer vacation. Unfortunately, her aim left much to be desired and with a small thud, her radio hit the floor.
"Damn", she muttered.
"Well at least that damn DJ isn't talkin'"
Groaning, she slid from her warm spot under the covers. Today was to be her "off" day, there was no school (summer vacation), no homework (thank Allah), and most importantly no Bayville High idiots to have to put up with! Life could be so sweet sometimes. With a deep yawn, she walked over and picked up the fallen radio. When she stretched, she affirmed that every bone in her body creaked. Looking around she saw that her room was as it was everyday, immaculate.
Amanda was proud of herself; she had decorated her room by single-handedly. Her parents had given her a lump sum of $2000, telling her not to spend it all in one place. The rest of the money she had gotten from her grandparents, friends, job, and neighbors. In all she'd had about 5,000(give or take) to work with.
Amanda had even chosen a theme… "1950's glamour" The walls were painted a rich taupe with a trim of ivory. Pictures of Dorothy Dandridge, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Munroe dominated most of the free wall space. She'd even taken painstaking time to make sure the plush carpet matched the walls.
Amanda's queen-sized canopy bed was made of deep ivory stained wood and decorated with soft ivory silk covers and large fluffy pillows. On either side of her bed were small fawn colored cloth covered tables. One held a vase of roses (dead due to poor tending), the other supported Blue's fish bowl, and a journal complete with a black pen. The chandelier that hung above her bed was ornate but not overly decorative. To top it all off, she had a vanity specially made to go within the room.
It was her prized possession, a handcrafted brass vanity, with a light up mirror and a small satin-covered vanity stool to go with it. Around, the inside frame of the mirror were some pictures of she and Kurt. One read: "To Meine Liebe, from Kurt", another read "Kurt&Amanda 4-ever". Yes, her room was definitely the place to be.
Walking into the bathroom, Amanda turned on the hot water and waited for the tub to fill up. Pouring a capful of bathing liquid, she waited as the tub filled with tepid water. Taking off her clothes, she slid into the soothing warm water.
"Ahhhh."
Playful she squashed the bubbles and created patterns in the water.
"Amanddaaaa?" Came a feminine voice from below.
"Yea, mom, what's up?" Amanda yelled.
"Come downstairs when your dressed, your father and I need to talk to you."
Amanda mentally sighed; this could not be good, though her mother didn't sound particularly angry.
"O.K."
Amanda slid deeper into the water. She couldn't help but wonder what her mother and father had to say this time.
"Well there's no use in putting it off."
Taking her washcloth, she gently lathered it up with lever 2000 and started to bathe. Amanda knew it was time to get out, when she saw the bathroom mirror get cloudy with steam.
"Don't wanna look like a dried raisin."
Step out of the tub she let out the water and wrapped a towel around her body. Walking out of the bathroom, she plopped down on her bed, lotion in hand and began to rub the oil into her skin. Once done, she stood and dropped the towel. The cool breeze hit her nude body and she shivered a little. Turning around in a semi-circle, she let the gust hit her entire body.
Staring down at her now hard nipples, she sat in front of her vanity. Amanda's long black hair (via extensions) laid flat and dripping against her back. Her sepia skin glistened with drops of oil and water. Her well-sculpted face with its almond eyes, high-cheekbones and full lips smiled smugly at the site of her reflection. Staring down she appraised her long lean arms and lengthy well-built legs.
"It's so good to be me," Amanda thought vainly.
Continuing her appraisal, Amanda's sight landed on her curvaceously plump breasts. Amanda could honestly say that they were her best assets. Well Kurt seemed to like them…a lot. On second thought, Kurt seemed to like just about everything. She just hoped that they wouldn't get so big that when she was an old person they'd drag on the ground (she had seen it happen with her own and eyes, and it wasn't a pretty sight). Squeezing her left breast lightly, she noticed her nipple was now a tightly formed bud.
Before her mind could overreact at the slight sensation of pleasure, Amanda averted her eyes to her smooth stomach. It had taken many re-runs of "Tae-bo 3 minute abs", but in the end, it had been worth it. From her stomach, her gaze proceeded to her thighs and the thick mass of black curls that rest there. Surprisingly only one thought hit her.
"Time for another bikini wax."
Amanda laughed at her own dim thoughts. Again, she heard a yell from downstairs. Her little exploration stopped at her rounded hips.
"Ammmaaaaannnddaaaa!"
Amanda rolled her eyes and responded, "Yes, mom?"
"Let's get a move on, baby."
Amanda mumbled a few choice words under her breath before responding. "Here I come!"
Hastily, she put on her deodorant, powder, and perfume. For a moment, she was confused as to whether to wear "White Diamonds" or "Passionate Kisses".
"Hmm….Passionate kisses smells more ...summery. So passionate kisses it is." Taking the Victoria Secret product, she splashed a splash on her neck and wrist. Opening one of her vanity drawers, she took out a sapphire blue thong with jewels at the sides. Panties were so constricting and thongs were just plain sexy. Digging deeper into the drawer she pulled out the matching bra (also decorated with small rhinestones). Putting on her underwear, Amanda walked quickly over to her closet. Opening the doors, she found that her clothes weren't necessarily in disarray but they weren't exactly tidy either.
"Mental note to self: clean closet."
Moving some outfits out of the way, she found exactly what she was looking for. Amanda gave a critical eye to her outfit. It was simple, white ribbed beater, a white long sleeved cotton button-down shirt, a pair of blue daisy dukes.
"Thank God, I got this ready yesterday." Amanda said appreciative of the fact that her shirt held no wrinkles.
Throwing the outfit on swiftly (making sure to tie the shirt up so that her attractive belly was exposed), Amanda surveyed herself decisively in the mirror.
Grabbing a pair of socks, Amanda made her way to the bottom of her closet. Thinking hurriedly, she chose a pair of plain white tennis shoes (which by the grace of God were already clean). Throwing her shoes on Amanda rushed back to her vanity. Opening the small jewelry box that rested on her dresser, Amanda took out her over-sized "Jody Wately", silver, hoop earrings.
Putting them on, she grabbed her bronze Chanel sunglasses. Laying the glasses down, Amanda sat at her vanity again. Snatching a comb and brush from the drawer, Amanda carefully combed her damp hair, wary not to get it tangled. Once done she repeated the process with the brush. Taking the blue elastic ponytail holder, Amanda brushed her hair up, and secured it into a simple high ponytail, that hung to the middle of her back.
Smiling, she brushed the back of the ponytail and rubbed some gel on it to keep her hair straight. Taking one last glance in the mirror Amanda grabbed her purse, bracelets, and ran down the stairs.
"Ump" was the only thing heard as Amanda tripped and hit the floor. Her mother chuckled, "You really ought to be more careful you know. You could hurt yourself". Standing up, Amanda brushed herself off.
"Really, mom? I didn't know. Thanks for the warning", she replied sarcastically.
Mrs. Sefton just laughed and walked into the living room. Amanda followed mumbling about "new-age moms". Mr. Sefton was sitting on his blue Lazy boy reading the Bayville Times and drinking coffee. Mrs. Sefton had busied herself, heaping food onto the already set table.
"Aren't we just the all perfect picture of the All-American family?" Amanda thought to herself.
"Hey daddy," she said throwing her arms around her father's neck.
"Hey, Honey…good morning."
"Morning to you too dad."
Mr. Sefton was a tall, beefy man in his late 40's. With a balding head, glasses, and a pudgy stomach that hinted at one-to-many super bowl beers. He was a respectable, hardworking man who supported his family.
"Now if only he weren't such a bigot", Amanda thought sadly.
Contrastingly, Mrs. Sefton was a slender gracefully woman in her early 40's, who did not look a day over 30. Her African dress was also a sharp contrast to her husband's XL tee shirt and jeans. Not to mention she had the appetite of a bird. Amanda shrugged, chalking up their differences to the fact that her mother was Jamaican, while her father was a pure hot-dog eating, football-bred American.
Walking over to the table Amanda sat down in front of a plate loaded with eggs, toast, and bacon. Picking up her fork, she prepared to dive in. Then, catching her mother's sharp look decided against it and laid down the fork.
"And take those sunglasses off in this house." Amanda obliged her mother promptly.
"Baby breakfasts ready."
Amanda's father grunted as he lifted himself from his seat and sat at the table. Yanking Amanda's ponytail playfully, he folded his hands in prayer. Amanda and her mother did likewise. After saying a quick prayer, Mr. Sefton dug into his food. Gracefully, her mother also began eating. Amanda looked uneasily between her parents before eating.
Mrs. Sefton glanced at her husband, who in turn glanced at her. Mr. Sefton was the first to clear his throat.
"Amanda, your mother and I need to talk to you about something."
Amanda stopped eating and listened.
"Yea?"
"Your mother and I are going away for the weekend, for a little us time. We decided to take a trip to Canada" Out of the corner of her eye Amanda, saw her mother blush. Mr. Sefton continued, "And since you're on summer vacation, it'll be your duty to stay here and watch the house."
Amanda could scarcely believe her ears. Her eyes had gone as big as saucers and her mouth was gaping like a hooked fish.
It was her mothers turn to speak. "Darling, you just turned seventeen and we think your old enough to be responsible and take care of the house while were gone."
Amanda could barely contain her excitement. She'd never been allowed to stay home alone for a whole weekend.
"Mandy, that doesn't mean you can go buck wild." Mr. Sefton chided. "There are still rules and regulations you must follow. Number one: no parties, number two: no leaving the house without calling us first, and number three: no immense money spending. Understand?"
Amanda only nodded mutely. Mr. Sefton sat back, "Good. Well then the house is all yours, as of tonight."
"What?" Amanda all but screamed.
"Your father and I will be leaving tonight honey. Our plane leaves at 10 o'clock tonight. We leave tonight and return next Monday. We have everything already planed, there are emergency numbers on the refrigerator, money in our bedroom (but don't go crazy), and our cell phone numbers in case you need to reach us."
Amanda quickly feigned affront, "What, I'm not a little kid, mom I can take care of myself. Hello, I'm seventeen here."
Mrs. Sefton smiled, "We know that honey that's why we're letting you stay her alone. Nevertheless, we still want to take precautions just to be on the safe side."
"Yes your mother and I just don't want anything to happen to our baby girl." Mr. Sefton affectionately squeezed Amanda's cheek. Amanda quickly assessed her time. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. She had ten days of complete independence.
"Oh and we left our triple a card, just in case you need it. With you having a car and all now." Mr. Sefton said through a mouthful of eggs.
Amanda's eyes lit up, she loved her corvette. She'd been driving it around so much that she paid for more gas than anyone else in the house. It was her prized possession (the vanity comes in 2nd). Mrs. Sefton gave Amanda a small squeeze on the arm. "Be careful, ok?"
Amanda smile reached her ears, "I will."
Mr. Sefton nodded. "It's settled then. We'll leave and then we'll call you if when we get there."
Amanda got up and hugged each of her parents. "You know I really love you guys." Her father grunted, "Uh huh, when we're doing something that you like!" Amanda hadn't heard. She had abandoned her plate, put on her sunglasses and was headed towards her car with keys in hand. The only thing that kept running through her mind was "No parents, no supervision, just freedom!"