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    Underneath the Surface – (Chapter: Chpt. 4)

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     The next day Spencer awoke to the loud sounds of her alarm clock playing Bruno Mars, "Grenade".

     

    "Ughh," the teen groaned, hitting the snooze button, rolling over away from the disturbance & towards to the other side of her bed to continue resting her eyes for a little while longer.

     

    Just when she finally started to doze back off, the smell of fresh pancakes infiltrated her senses.

     

    "Mhmm," Spencer said as she inhaled, a smile on her face as still laid there with her eyes closed.

     

    Five minutes later, the blonde was up, finding it impossible to fight the smell of her father’s cooking, even on a Friday morning with no school.

     

    Spencer took a quick shower & threw on a pair of basketball shorts an old white Nike cutoff tee with a wife beater underneath.

     

    When she walked downstairs, her father greeted her.

     

    "Well good morning sunshine," Arthur said with a smile. "I starting to think I was going to call in reinforcements to get you up."

     

    Spencer returned the smile, "Oh, trust me, the pancakes were reinforcements enough."

     

    "Good because I made your favorite; chocolate chip," Mr. Carlin said as he sat a stack of pancakes down on the kitchen table for his daughter.

     

    "I knew there was reason I woke up this morning," Spencer said jokingly. "Thanks Dad; you eating some too?"

     

    "Your welcome Spence, & actually I was growing grey hairs waiting for you to come down so I had a few already," he replied, rubbing his stomach as he sipped his coffee.

     

    "Oh sure, blame me for the grey hairs that were already there," the blonde said with a giggle as she ate her food.

     

    "Haha, ouch!" Mr. Carlin replied, hand over his heart feigning hurt. "Eat up you need all the energy you can get for practice instead using it on the old man."

     

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