Staring out at the white feathers floating from the sky. Christmas is almost here and I'm not even prepared. People always say "Morgan you always find your way". True fact. I work at a cafe & the pay isn't all that great but I always pull through.
"Morgan, Put something nice on like the sweater I just bought you"! My mother shouted from downstairs.
"Gross" I yelled back while sticking out my tongue.
"Remember, We have visitors coming over in about a hour" Her voice faded away.
Darn, I forgot that the Newman's are coming over for dinner. Great, I get to see Sam. He really isn't a old friend he's a old enemy. He hated me from 4th-7th grade. Then, he moved. That was a relief but now him & his father came back due to business.
I walked to my closet & searched for my sweater. Found it.
"So dusty" I whispered to myself. I dusted it off with my hands and slipped it over my head. So itchy too oh my god. I grabbed my slippers and hopped out my bedroom door while putting them on.
I got downstairs and went straight for the kitchen. Mom's cooking is a trail to happiness. I opened the oven & sniffed the sweet smell of peach cobbler. I felt a smack on my butt while I was drooling over the food.
"Stay out the oven squirt" My mom said while pulling me away & kicking the oven door with her foot. I sighed & sat down at the kitchen table.
"Why oh why did you invite them over" I asked.
"Because, I'm welcoming Mr.Newman & his son back to their hometown. You know you miss Sam sweetie. You two were so close" She grinned.
"He hated me, How does that make us close"?
She rubbed my shoulders.
"Don't worry about it" She whispered.
"I'll try not to" I rolled my eyes.
"Good, Now grab your father from his study room & I want you both to set the dinner table" She walked away to the oven.
I ran downstairs to the basement to search for my dad. He was sitting at his desk as always. I tapped his shoulder and he turned around.
"What"? He puffed on his cigarette.
"Mom told us to get the dinner table set and you know how she feels about you smoking"
"Oh the Newman's and she won't find out my little habit" He ran his fingers through his hair & pushed his glasses onto his nose.
"Thats what you think"
"Come on boys" My mom shouted downstairs.
He quickly hid his cigarettes under the desk & his ashtray.
"You forgot about the actual cigarette" I chuckled.
He grind it in the ashtray.
I grabbed my dads hand & dragged him upstairs.
My mom pushed the baked turkey in his hands & he made his way to the dinner table.
"I'd rather have a kiss" He winked.
"If you're a good boy at the dinner table tonight you can get more than a kiss" She made a kissy face at him.
"Oh god, gross" I cried.
I sat the cobbler on the table & organized the forks,spoons, knives, napkins, and plates.
My mom sat most of the food on the table. And she needed our help?
The doorbell rang.
Well here we go.
How's the first chapter ?!? I know I know it's kind of a drag.
:D but it will get better trust me <.<
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