My purple, chipped nails tapped anxiously on the arm of the chair.
"And Chamomile, you'll be a dear and watch over the living quarters?" My step-monster Sheila rhetorically asked. I gave a careless nod and popped a cheese ball into my mouth. "Young woman, those are bad for your health!"
"That's the point, Sheila."
My dad, an aspiring writer with a passion for painting and all things art, ran his large hand through his ashen blonde hair and huffed a sigh.
"Just because we are going on a four week vacation doesn't mean you can just party around and trash our private penthouse. Understood?" I watched his slightly wrinkled face arch as he raised an eyebrow!, waiting for my response. I gave a curt not, my attitude going serious and he flashed me a whitened smile. "That's my gal. See ya, my darling Chamomile." He stepped out after the step-monster with a final wave and air-kiss goodbye, and I made sure to not let my eyes water. All he's ever done is leave me, so why should I care now?
With a final cheese ball, I twisted the bag shut and ran to my bedroom. With a final glance around, I decided that my job of cleaning up was sufficient enough and if nothing smelly was left around, I'd be fine for the next four weeks. When my phone began to hum the theme song of Gravity Falls, I slid it open to check my messages.
New message (1)
Alex: I'll be there in a few mins. You ready?(:
I quickly typed up a reply while stuffing my SIS (Secret Life Savings) into my bag along with my travel Nutella.
Me: errrmmm yea! where to first, oreo?
Twenty seven seconds. Gravity Falls theme song. Slide.
Alex: I dunno we'll have to find out, nutter butter.
