"Hurry up, David!" I cried, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. He was constantly wasting time, something that both my mom and I couldn't stand. "I'm leaving!"
Of course I wasn't leaving yet. My sandals weren't on and the house keys were nowhere in sight, but I knew he would have taken awhile to come anyway. I had a swim meet in two hours and promised David I would take him so he could "help" me warm up. At four, I didn't really expect him to be much help nor did I expect him to be courteous of time.
My parents and I didn't worry about being late to my swim meet today because we thought he would be so excited to go with me that he would have been ready, but even as excited as he was, David continued to push.
The pool was only three blocks away, but I was thirteen at the time, not yet mature enough to walk my brother to the swimming pool without parent supervision.
"I'll give you until the count of ten. After that, you aren't coming," I shouted again, grabbing the keys off of the polished end table in the living room. How they got there was beyond me.
"Trent!" He cried to me in his whiny voice. He was always raising his voice really high whenever he was getting ready to throw a big fit. This was probably why my mom appeared at the base of the stairs, directly in front of David's room. Back then, she didn't care as much about a professional appearance. Not like now, where everything has to be spot-on and perfect. Not a single hair out of place.
"David, you're the one who insisted on going with Trent and it isn't fair to him to be late because you're so slow. So hurry up!" She threw her own purse over her shoulder and quickly checked her makeup in the mirror. Then, she had big, curly hair and dark lipstick that never seemed to fade.
"But mom!" He whined again. I could hear his little foot stomp in his temper. "I can't find my superman."
I rolled my eyes. He was constantly losing and finding his Superman doll he got for his birthday. And when he did have it he constantly talked in a "masculine" voice that was supposed to be like Superman's. Ever since he got the doll, I spent hours thinking of ways to slyly get rid of the stupid thing without getting in trouble for it.
"That's because it isn't in your room, honey. You left it in the bathroom. Remember? I told you to get it but you didn't listen to me," my mom lectured, grabbing her car keys off of the key hanger. David was gone in a flash. Right after she said "bathroom" he dashed out of his room and tore across the hallway to the bathroom, hitting his shoulder against the doorframe in his haste. Surprisingly, he didn't cry and I was grateful for it.
"Thank you for doing this, Trent. Your father may not seem it, but he's thankful for you taking care of your brother for the afternoon. After that big loss yesterday, he needs all the alone time he can get," my mom explained, giving me a big hug. My dad'sfootball team had lost to their rivals by a large amount yesterday and the shame of it had kept him remorseful and emotional ever since, a pretty big deal because I had never seen my dad show any emotions except irritation before this.
"No problem," I said easily, grinning broadly. She ruffled my hair, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left. I checked the mirror, but there was no trace of lipstick on my cheek. I always wondered how she could do that.
David still wasn't coming down, so I rolled my eyes again and plopped down on the couch. Only when David finally tore down the stairs, two at a time, with his dripping Superman doll in his hand did I finally get up, but, of course, something was missing.
"Where are your clothes?"
David rolled his eyes at me and tore up the stairs again, dripping water all over mom's white carpet. I shook my head and opened the door, waiting for him.
|Austin Butler||as Trent Prudence|
|Lily Collins||as Kai Williams|
|Logan Lerman||as Caleb DeFranke|
|Landon Liboiron||as Connor Joise|
|David Henrie||as Mason Baronelli|
|Jackson Brundage||as David Prudence|
|Sasha Pieterse||as Joy|