BOOK CHAPTER (lazy post)
Prologue
Beep! Beep! Beep!”
My alarm woke me up at seven a.m. sharp. “Make it stop!” I cried, and stuffed my face into my pillow. I stirred a bit until I found my alarm clock. I slammed the snooze button, and rolled over onto my back.
Just then, I saw it. The silky blue dress hung next to my closet with a Post-It note on it, that clearly read, “DO NOT FORGET ABOUT TODAY, JASMINE KENDRICK”
Oh no. OH NO. OH NO!
Despite my clear note, this Saturday is sooo not the time to be going shopping for flowers or whatever!
Who cares about Mom’s stupid can I say fiance?!
Sorry. I’m losing my temper.
I can’t believe there’s only one more month until the wedding!!
Chapter 1
I never thought I’d have to say this, but I’ve been saving it for when I really needed it: MY ENEMY IS AT THE FRONT DOOR!!
Yes, it is SUPER creepy.
He’s getting closer, and closer, and closer! Aaah! We’re in the same room now!
“Oh! Hi, Derek!”
Now my mom is KISSING my enemy! This is like the part of the horror movie when everyone in the audience is like “NOOOOOOO! Don’t do it!” then they all start throwing up and gasping, except this time, I’M the only audience.
“Ugh, get a room you two,” I snapped.
“Tone, young lady!” Mom snapped right back, after she was finished (I’m almost too scared to write it) KISSING Derek the Destroyer of Dreams, and Stealer of Moms.
“We’re going to pick up the outfits right after lunch. Could you wake your siblings?” Mom said.
I scowled, but reluctantly dragged my extra-heavy legs up the stairs and to the door of Max’s room.
“Max!! Wake up!!” I banged on his bedroom door with both my fists. Usually I would’ve just helped myself into Max’s room, but he has this weird new habit of locking the door. I guess that’s teenagers.
“Go away!” He yelled back. “I’m sleeping.”
I rolled my green eyes. “Max you are NOT sleeping. Now drag your butt out of there and come downstairs. But in my head I was saying, Come downstairs so me and you can watch Derek and Mom kissing all day long!
I heard footsteps daring to come towards the door, and then I finally, FINALLY heard the lock click.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“Someone’s got a temper this morning,” I remarked.
“You’re not too bright-eyed yourself, pipsqueak.” Max growled.
“Derek the Destroyer’s over.” I gasped and covered my mouth as I realized what I’d just said.
Max just smirked. “Derek the Destroyer, huh? That’s what you’re calling him these days?”
I ignored my brother and mumbled, “Just get downstairs. I’m going to get Kayla.”
Max walked downstairs, and I went next door to my sixteen year old sister’s room.
“You’re door better not be locked.” I said, loud enough for only me to hear.
I twisted the handle and the door popped open.
Kayla was busy applying probably her sixteenth layer of lipstick that morning, so she didn’t notice me at first.
Then she turned and looked at me like I was a lintball she had just picked off her sweater. “What do you want? Get out of my room, you little snoop!” Kayla tossed her hair, then added, “Oh, and how do I look?” She batted her eyelashes.
“Like a clown,” I replied, my eyebrows burrowing. That wasn’t true. My sister looked gorgeous as always.
Kayla rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She whipped her head around and carefully applied her seventeenth layer of lipstick.
“Mom's fiance is here.” I murmured.
“The one that calls you ‘Jazzy Pants’?” Kayla started laughing like a maniac. “Tell Mom I’ll be down in five.” she forced through giggles.
I stormed to my room. A scribbly black tornado might as well have been forming over my head.
I closed the door and got a piece of paper and a pen from my desk, and started writing.
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