Chapter 2
"OLIVIA! WAKE UP!" my grandma yelled from the kitchen. I could smell pancakes probably for my grandpa. So I didn't get excited.
"OLIVIA, IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO GET UP, NO COMPUTER FOR A MONTH!" Man! The Internet is my life. So I got up and tripped over a few things in my sleepiness. Then I look at the clock. Dang! It was 6 am and she was cooking pancakes? Gosh. I stumbled to my closet to pick something out to wear. O. M. G.! I just remembered, it was the first day of school! I searched my closet for something suitable to wear. A pink shirt with blue sequins and purple fur? Fail. A green dress with yellow sleeves and pink Go Go boots? Heck no! Man, I don't have a lot of clothes, Grandma needs to take me shopping. Then again maybe not, the last time I went on a shopping spree with Grandma was when she yelled at a worker at Wal-Mart for not having her 'special' ointment. Gross. So she walked ou in front of the store shouting, "NO OINTMENT, NO EMPLOYMENT!" It was so embarrassing.
After a lot of searching and trying on clothes, I found a nice clean black shirt and a pair of black jeans. Yes, I'm looking normal on the first day of school, or people will think I'm goth or emo. So I just went with a blue t-shirt and blue jeans. After I dress I go downstairs. Grandma is serving Grandpa pancakes and syrup, my favorite, although I know I'm not going to get any. When I sit down she plops a bowl of stale corn flakes with no milk.
"There's no milk," I say to her. She turns and looks at me sternly.
"You get it yourself!" She can be stubborn when it comes to getting people stuff. She thinks that if your able to do it, you should. "You have legs you know."
I do the stupid thing and say something sarcastic, "Really? I haven't noticed. Thanks for the info!" That sets her off. She turns to me, gives me the Evil Eye, and walks out with her face red. Grandpa is chewing his pancakes and reading the newspaper as if nothing happened. I go to the refrigerator to get milk. Oh look! There isn't any! Just prune juice, prune juice, and oh look more prune juice. Why do old people drink so much prune juice? Is that because old people are wrinkly? I don't know, but I absolutely hate prune juice. So I go back to eat dry, stale cereal.
Finally! 8 am! Amelia is going to drive me to school. Win! (If she didn't Gramps and Grans would make me walk to school, which is twenty blocks.) When the doorbell rang I almost shouted for joy. I was so ready to get out of that stuffy apartment, it had dust everywhere and smelled like old people. Not the good old people smell, the bad.
So I say goodbye to the old people smell and say hello to new car smell.