"Dad! Do we really have to go to your stupid college reunion?" I complained as I smoothed out my dress. Ugh! As if going to the stupid reunion was bad enough, I had to wear a dress. My mom made me wear one that was pastel blues, yellows, and greens. Ewww. Sometimes, she is so cool. Other times, not so much. Like now. Like when she had to help Dad with ghost hunting. Sometimes, being the daughter of the most famous ghost hero, Danny Phantom, was a real drag. One kid shoved my into a wall to see if I would faze through it. Moron! No one inherited any of my dad's ghost-genes. It sucks at times, but other times, I'm grateful. Such as the wall incident.
"Abby! Get you butt the car!" my mom shouted. Sighing, I jumped in and curled up against the window. I put my headphones on and cranked up the music. My brother and sister piled in the car and we were off the Amity Park University.
"Stop poking me Mary!" I hiss at my sister. She's only seven, but you would think to know how to act in public. Across the table is my brother, Steven, sixteen, sits chilling out. I'm surprised he hasn't found a way to ditch. I sigh and scan the place. In front of the table are my mom and dad talking to some 'old college pals'.
"But I really gotta pee!" Mary whispers to me. I stand up, and she takes my hand runs over to the bathroom. As I wait for her to finish her business, a girl my age walks in the bathroom with a green dress with black earrings and a black necklace. She walks up to one of the sinks, and pulls a small bag out of her skull shaped backpack and mixes her makeup, which is purple lipstick and eye shadow. She looks at me and snaps, "What?"
"N-nothing," I stutter. I wince; I hate it when I stutter. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Then, Mary walks out of the stall and mixes her floral patterned dress. I must not have heard her flush. As she washes her hands, I look down at my black Converse.
'Come one Abby." Mary says as she dries her hands. When I look up, the girl is fixing her lipstick still. In the mirror though, I see her glaring at me. As I tear my eyes away from her bright blue ones, I take Mary's hand and we walk out of the bathroom. As we made our way back to the table, I kept thinking about that girl. Who was she? And why did she keep glaring at me? Too many question and my head was already hurting. Arrggg!
"Uh, hey," a voice says from behind me, a recently new one. Oh crap. I turn around and see the chick from the bathroom, "You uh, dropped or left your phone in the bathroom," she says as she hands me my phone.
"Thanks. I'm Abby by the way," I say as I see my mom glance over her should with an approving smile. Probably thinking I'm making friends, ew. My mom wants me to be Miss Popularity like she was in high school. Double ew!
"Nice to, er, meet you. I'm-"
"Penny! Get over here!" I look to see a grown up version of so-called Penny, except the hair color. While Penny is a blonde, the grown up version has black hair. I see my dad look over at the woman, and his mouth drops open.
"Sam Manson?"