Nowhere To Run; Chapter 5
The very next morning I woke up extra early. I wanted to make sure I got out of my house early enough to avoid Destiny. I got out of bed, and put my hair up into a messy bun. I went downstairs, and looked for my mom. I really wanted to know why she was looking so depressed yesterday morning."Mom?" I called out, looking around my dining room.
There was no answer. I ran upstairs to her room. I knocked. No answer.
"Knock, knock knock!" I said. No answer. I wiped the sweat that ran down my cheek.
I opened the door. No sign of mom.
"MOM!" I shouted even louder.
No answer. I ran down the stairs, and went into the kitchen. I opened the fridge. Maybe it was possible that she was in here. Or do I just watch way too much horror movies? I satisfied myself by opening the fridge. I didn’t see much, just: bagels, fries, mustard, mayonnaise, and
“BOO!” mom shouted from behind.
“EEEEP” I screamed turning around to see mom with an everlasting smile on her face.
“I have great news!” she giggled, motioning me to come to the living room. I sat down on the leather sofa under the air-conditioning vent. I sweated way too much in 6 minutes. Mom began,
“You know your cousin?”
“W-w-which cousin?” I asked, hoping with all my heart it wasn’t Miranda. I began to get a nasty flashback, of 3 years ago when she came.
It was Christmas day, what is supposed to be the best day of anyone’s life. Opening presents, praying to God, etc. Mom had a large present under the Christmas tree almost 5’5 m high. I was desperate to open it when I woke up at 9:00 that Christmas morning.
I opened it, and “BOOM” out jumped Miranda,
“SURPRISE, CUZ!” I remembered her screaming, with her horrible mixture of a New Jersey accent and a Texan accent from either of her parents.
I had screamed like hell that morning, even though I wasn’t surprised; it was Miranda. She gave me the creeps. I even remember her asking to lick my big toe. I asked her why, and she said because it looked like a carrot. I shivered just thinking about it, but I was fortunately interrupted by mom’s questionnaire.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Y-Yes!” I replied with a fake grin.
I really hate this chapter. But chapter 6 will be better. So,
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