UGHHHH... FRIDAY THE 13TH IS COMING. D:
OKAY, HERE IS A CHAPTER, MY DEAR FLOWER DOLPHIN CHILDREN!
I DON'T OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. IF I DID... NO, I'M NOT THAT CREATIVE.
At lunch, I can now tell that Amy, I mean Aunt Amy is pregnant. She's wearing a soft cozy sweater so it's hard to tell. She seems nice and Lindley adores her. Lindley may be six, but she has one of the best judgment of characters I've ever seen. Aside from Prim of course.
Lunch would probably be completely silent if it weren't for Prim and Lindley's continuous chatter.
"I'm going to be in fifth grade. That means I get to go to the middle school." Prim says.
"Really? I'm gonna be in second grade." Lindley says. I wonder if they realize the school year only started like four months ago.
The adults only say a few things. I think that it's because of Uncle Sean. But I might be wrong. Aunt Susan and Mom seem to be talking with their eyes. Pointedly looking around, moving their eyebrows.
Elsie hastily eats her yogurt because she doesn't want to get fat. "Grandma, you should make healthier food, how can I eat this soup? How do you know how many calories there are?"
"Elsie, when you were little you loved my potato soup." Grandma says, not even glancing up.
Elsie wasn't always bratty. She used to be fun. She'd come play video games in the basement with us, she'd even sometimes help us make a pillow fort in the large living room. Then she started high school. She was always on her phone or laptop and was more obsessed with boys, clothes and makeup then winning Frogger. If that's what high school does to you, I don't want to go.
"I remember when you were fun, Elsie." I blurt out without thinking. I cover my mouth, expecting the adults to flip, instead they all laugh.
"How true is that, dear?" Aunt Susan says. Elsie glares at me, then Beth, then Mere, then at Aunt Susan.
"I amfun." Elsie huffs. Then she leans forward, pushing her yogurt out if the way. "What 'fun' things do I not do that I used to do?" She makes figure-quotations at the word fun.
"You used to play video games with us," I say.
"Yeah, and watch movies with us, too." Mere says.
"Play dolls." Prim say.
"Braid our hair," Beth says then she looks like she instantly regrets it.
Elsie's face falls. Everyone looks at Mere. "What?" She looks up from her soup. Maybe she didn't hear?
"Nothing..." Beth says quickly and blushes guiltily.
Mere started losing her hair when we were eight-ish.
We eat the rest of lunch in silence.
Elsie has made a big deal of being nice. She goes downstairs to the garage and watches us play Super Mario Brothers. Then she drifts over to the ballet bar and mirror that my Grandpa dedicated for a whole wall and even put wood floors in the entire garage when Elsie started ballet when she was five, after that it's became a big deal after all of us cousins became ballet fanatics.
She does all the positions, slowly, as if getting used to it. Elsie quit ballet when it became to hard for her to have practice and homework. Of course, that was when she started high school.
Lindley walks over to her and smiles. "I can do that, too." She begins doing the ballet positions and Elsie does them with her.
I ignore them and continue with the game. Playing four player is fun, because if someone can't get through and someone else can, they can put themselves in a bubble then be popped when it's easier. Prim is nine, so it's usually her having the trouble. Sometimes even Beth can't do things. But the ultimate masters are Mere and I. We conquer each level.
That's why we are Mario and Luigi. Prim and Beth think the mushrooms are cute so we don't really fight over characters. I'm Luigi because I like green and Mere is Mario because it starts with an M and red is the closest color to pink.
We all kind of have our place here, I guess.
After the not very silent dinner, Elsie braids my hair like she used to. I'll admit it, I like having my hair done. Mom sometimes does my hair, but usually I do my own. I love doing other people's hair. Some say maybe I'll be a hair dresser for movies or something.
Elsie does a Dutch braid that starts on the right side of my head and wraps around to the lower left.
"I like it." Mere says, she is barely paying attention. She's watching Sleeping Beauty with Beth, Prim and Lindley.
"Whose next?" Elsie calls. Prim comes over and takes my spot on the couch. Mere doesn't seem to mind the fact she can't have her hair braided. She always did have a tender scalp. You couldn't even brush her hair without sending her out of the room screaming.
"Can you build me a pillow fort?" Lindley asks and makes the puppy-face and blinks a lot.
"Fine. Beth, Mere, it's fort time!" We take all twelve chairs from the dining room and set then in a square around the living room. We lay blankets over the top and on the sides so no one can look in except for the large opening we made at the front so we can watch the movie. We put in pillows and more blankets inside. I have to say, I'm impressed with myself.
Grandma gives us cookies and cream ice cream. She buys it by the gallon so we each get four scoops.
"Girls, we're going to church tomorrow." Grandma says. I go to church in LA and I know Elsie, Beth and Mere go. Lindley, I'm not so sure.
The church we go to here is actually in Redding which is twenty-five miles West of Whitmore. It's pretty big. And I hate being around new people. But Beth and Mere will be in my class since they do it by grade.
I'm still worried.
I WILL UPDATE! BUT I'M GOING TO BE IN A CAR FOR A LITTLE OVER FIVE HOURS TOMORROW. SO WISH ME LUCK.
I ALSO FORGOT TO FINISH MY HOMEWORK. OH WELL. :3
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