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(( My NaNoWriMo Book ))
Chapter Two
Great Aunt Mildred
Two weeks later Alex walked in the door and threw her back pack on the couch; “Mom, I’m home!” she yelled and walked into the kitchen to see her father cooking, “Hi sweetie.” He smiled, “Your mother is at a feminists meeting. Almost forgot! I picked this up for you at barns and nobles.” He walked towards the counter, picked up a book, and handed it to Alex. Alex looked at the book; the cover read All You Need to Know About the World, “Wow, this looks awesome! Sarah’s gonna come over and help me pack, maybe we’ll look at the book too.” She said and started running towards her room. “Oh Alex, sweetie, your great aunt Mildred is coming for dinner tonight!” Alex stopped in her tracks and went back in the kitchen, “Shouldn’t that old hag be off boycotting McDonalds, or something?” she said and crossed her arms annoyed. “Now honey,” her father started, “she is still your great aunt, and she might be a little…up tight, but she’s still your aunt.” Alex sighed, and walked up to her room. Half an hour later Alex and Sarah were in Alex’s room, Sarah was looking at the book, and Alex was packing a giant suit case, “Argentina!” Sarah shouted and put her finger on something in the book. Without even stopping packing Alex said, “Our summer, is their winter.” “Then we won’t go there.” Sarah replied and turned a page. Alex’s mom peeked in on the girls, “Hi girls! Oh, Sarah, would you like to stay for dinner?” “Oh, really?” Sarah asked, and then whispered to Alex, “What are ya having?” Alex replied “Lasagna.” Bluntly and kept packing, “Love to!” Sarah said with a smile and got back to reading. Half an hour later there was a ring at the door, Alex and Sarah ran down the stairs, but hid behind the couch for fear of cheek pinching. Alex’s mother answered it and in walked an older woman, with a willowy figure, gray hair tied neatly into a bun, and a dress that made her look like someone from the forties. “I’d like you to meet, Aunt Mildew. Living proof that the devil exists…well I think she’s living.” Alex whispered to Sarah. Sarah giggled and Alex put her hand over Sarah’s mouth, but it was too late, their cover was blown, “Well I do say!” aunt Mildew started, “Alexandra Rose Cooper!! Get of the floor this instant!!” Alex and Sarah slowly got up and stood still, just as they feared Aunt Mildew walked up to them and gave their cheeks a large pinch, then looked down at Alex’s grass stained jeans, “Go change this instant!” Mildew yelled and Alex raced up the stairs like a wild coyote forgetting her best friend was left with the Mildew. Sarah stood motionless in front of Mildew with a look of dread on her face for several seconds; finally Alex grabbed her arm and raced back into her room. About fifteen minutes later they were all sitting at the dining room table and Mildew barked orders “Napkin on your lap! Use your soup spoon! Elbows off the table!” etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. Finally Alex and Sarah were able to eat in peace, as Mildew conversed with Alex’s parents about the resent election, and how John McCain should have won, and how he would make an very good 3rd husband, and then something about Morocco, “Hey Alex, lets go there!” Sarah tried to whisper “What is this about going to Morocco?!” Mildew started, “Well you see, we told Alex she could go anywhere she wanted for her 13th birthday, and she chose…well every where!” Alex’s Dad said. “No! Absolutely not! No one of my blood line and of Alex’s age will be trekking around the globe like a hooligan!” and so the bickering began. After about 5-10 minutes of pure fighting, Mildew yelled out “Fine you may go!! But I’m coming with!!!” at that moment Alex looked sick, and she yelled out at the top of her lungs, with no control what so ever “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”
 Bella Cullen09_13_87 · Sat Nov 15, 2008 @ 04:25pm · 0 Comments |
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