true love

"And they lived happily ever after.." My mom finished reading me another one of my fairytales that I loved so much. I imagined what experiencing true love would be like and if I would ever get my happily ever after..


2. Morning

"Clara! Breakfast!" Mom called me down from my room early Saturday morning. I groggily rolled over in bed and looked at the clock: 8:15 am. I moaned and got out of bed. I stuck my slippers on and noisily clomped down the steps into the kitchen.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I watched her run back and forth from her office next to the kitchen, to the counter to grab a bite of food, then back to the office.

"Just trying to finish up last minute things, make sure the papers are in order, the summary prepared..." Her voice trailed off as she walked back into her office again. She is getting her book published today. She writes like it's her religion. This is her third book to be published.

"Honey, eat some breakfast. I need you to please drive me to my publisher's." She likes to have me drive so she can take the time in the car to relax and get her nerves out before going into the publisher's meeting.

"Sure." I answered her. "Oh, I was supposed to ask you, can Eliza come over at like 11:00 to finish our school project thingy?" After this weekend we had just one week of school left until summer. I was really excited, I just had to get through this last big English project.

"Sure honey." She answered. She was holding a huge file folder, a couple of slips sticking out crookedly. She picked up the keys and asked if I was ready to go. I looked down and pointed out the fact that I was still in my pajamas.

She gave me an expectant look, "all you have to do is drive. No one will even see you." She bounced a little, almost like she had to pee.

"Okay fine," I said grabbing the keys. I drove to the big publishers building which was only about 10 minutes away.

"Dad will be home in time to pick me up. Thanks Sweetie." She said kissing my head. She got out of the car trying not to spill papers everywhere. When she made it safely to the front door she nodded at me and I headed home.

When I got home I texted Eliza and told her she could come over. I got dressed and brushed my teeth and waited for Eliza. At precisely 11:00 on the dot she opened my front door, knowing that she is welcome without knocking. She came carrying an armload of stuff for our project I guessed.

She walked into the kitchen to set the things on the table. I went to close the door behind her but as I reached the door a tall, brunette boy stepped in the door carrying some more supplies.

"Oh hi," I said closing the door behind him. Eliza came back to the living room and I asked her, "who's that?"

"Oh, he's Matt." She stared at me. "From math." Eliza is the type of girl who always charms her way into getting cute boys to do work for her for free. It works cuz she is pretty. She has brown curly hair that's about the same length as my blonde straight hair. She has bright green eyes and a complimenting skin complexion. "Is it okay if he helps with our project?" She asks wide-eyed, hinting to me to say yes.

"Sure whatever," I said, knowing that she wouldn't take no for an answer.

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