"Traci!" Gwyn shrieked as Traci walked into her house.
"Hey sissy." She said givingthe younger versionof herself a hug.
Gwyn held onto her tightly. "I missed you."
"I've only been gone since Saturday silly." Traci replied removing her sister from her waist. "Where's Mom?"
Gwyn gestured towards the sitting room and Traci nodded.
"Go get ready for dinner…and get James too." Traci instructed.
As Gwyn ran up the staircase Traci ventured into the sitting room.
"Mom?" She asked.
Her mother was passed out on the couch. Traci rolled her eyes and shook her.
"Mom!" She said giving her a hard push.
"Jesus Traci Anne." Kirsten Michaels said as she blinked her eyes open.
"Thanks for the ride home." Traci told her.
"You got home didn't you?" Kirsten slurred.
"Yeah, an hour late than I was supposed to." Traci snapped. "I could have walked home faster."
"A little exercise wouldn't kill you honey." Kirsten said pinching Traci's waist.
Traci bit down on her lip so hard she almost drew blood. She paused before she said anything.
"Are you joining us for family dinner?" Traci asked.
No answer.
"Mom?" Traci questioned, but then she realized her mother was out like a light.
"Practice was fine. Oh and remember that boy that asked me out on Friday? Yeah, the one with the dark eyes…he asked me out again. I think he really likes me. Thanks for asking." Traci whispered as she walked out of the room slamming the door behind her.
Randall dropped her off back at the dorm and Traci unlocked the door to her room that she shared with her sophomore cheerleading team-mate Brooke Baker. She threw her jacket and purse randomly on the floor. Traci has been called a lot of things in her life but neat was never one of them. Her parents had to attend a "function" on move in day so Traci had to move most of her things in herself and she had been too lazy to actually unpack most of them. Oh well…it would get done.
"Have fun at home?" Brooke asked from her spot on her bed. Her eyes never moved from the television which was playing a re-run of "Newlyweds."
Traci laughed. "Thrilling."
"I figured as much. God, does Jessica really thinks that looks good on her?" Brooke asked.
Traci looked at the television. "You think with all that money she could afford a decent outfit."
"I know right. Oh well, at least you don't actually have to live there anymore." Brooke said.
Brooke had quite a knack for jumping topics.
"This is true." Traci said.
Traci changed into her pjs and washed up as the girls continued to chat and make fun of Jessica Simpson's clothes.
"Well, I'm beat and I have a breakfast date so I bid you good night." Traci said crawling under the covers and into bed.
"A breakfast date…sexy. Night Trace." Brooke said turning off the light.
"Night Brooke." She replied.
Traci really hated the quiet…that's probably why she talked so much. When it was too quiet she started thinking way too deeply about things…like how she knew for a fact her mother was probably passed out when James and Gwyn came home from school everyday and how her father practically lived at St. Paul Memorial, where he worked. But tonight she forced herself to think about her breakfast date.
Whatever was she going to wear?