I was in the middle of my essay when my mother walked in.
“Well, someone’s up a bit earlier today!” My mother said.
“Very funny, Mom. It’s ten o’clock.”
“Are you finally working on that essay that Ms. Reynolds assigned you, Rainie?” She asked with a small chuckle.
“Yes!” I retorted. My mother walked over and sat by me. She read over my shoulder.
“Are you going to include what happened after–?”
“I don’t know. Should I?” I asked.
“That’s your decision.” My mother smiled at me and stood up. I tapped the end of my pen against my chin. Then I heard my mother call down the hallway,”Don’t forget to walk Daisy when you’ve finished your essay!”
I looked at my paper, and I scribbled out what had happened to Katie and me over Spring Break last year. It took an hour. Stomach grumbling, I went downstairs in serach of fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven. A tall, granite island sat in the middle of the kitchen, with chairs surrounding the sides. A carton of orange juice was on the counter along with a bowl of fresh fruit. I pulled out a chair and sat down. The silver fork in the bowl of fruit felt cold in my hand. I stuck a strawberry in my mouth. Mom always says that strawberries taste the best in the morning. She claims that they’re more beneficial to our health when we eat them in the morning, but I just laugh when she says that.
The doorbell rang. Daisy ran to the door wildly and barked.
“Mom! Can you get it?”
“I’m busy right now, honey, can you please answer it?”
I got off my chair and headed toward the door. A man was standing there. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t quite place it. I picked Daisy up and she wined.
“Shh, Daisy. You’re going to scare him.” Daisy barked again and I unlocked the door. But before I got a chance to say good morning, the man began talking.