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    Not The Type – (Chapter: Who Hasn't Had A Bad Day?)

     

    One of the things I miss about living at home with my family is the meals we would have together. I still come over at least two times a week for dinner, but it’s not the same. I don’t know how to explain but…

    “Ashley can I have some more toast… Please?” Erin smiles sweetly at me.

    “Sure.” I drag my feet over to the counter to make her some more toast.

    “Trey, get that car off of the table.” My mom says as she comes back into the kitchen. Trey quickly removes his toy from the table.

    “Morning.” My dad comes into the room and grins at all of us. Bastard.

    “I’m going to get going.” I hand Erin her toast and kiss her forehead. “I’ll come play with you tomorrow.” I tell her. “You too, kid.” I kiss Trey on the cheek. I love my brother and sisters. They rock.

    “Come here,” My mom say and opens her arms. She does this shit every time she sees me. She acts like I don’t live twenty minutes away, she treats it more like three hours away.

    “Can you walk me to my car?” I hug her back.

    “Yeah,” She pulls back out of the hug a little to look at me. “You okay?” She questions.

    “Yeah, I just want to talk.”

    “Okay. Go get your stuff and I’ll walk you.”I kiss her cheek and pat my dad on the back.

    “See ya.” I smile and walk out of the kitchen and up to Brooke’s room. “Hey.”

    “Hi.” Brooke looks up from her laptop.

    “Why aren’t you down stairs? Mom made breakfast.” I take a seat next to her on her bed.

    “Mom always makes breakfast.” She rolls her eyes. “What are you doing today?”

    “Um…mostly sleeping…” I try to think if I have any plans. “Oh…I’m going over Spencer’s brothers later.” I tell her.

    “Cool.”

    “Ashley!” My mom yells up the stairs.

    “Coming!” I pull Brooke into a one armed hug. “I’ll come over tomorrow to hang out with you guys.” I tell her while getting up off the bed. “Love you.”

    I move quickly to my old bedroom and grab my purse and car key.  When I get down stairs my mom hands me a plate with aluminum foil covering it. I can tell it’s from breakfast.

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