Side note - Sorry for the layout, blogger was not cooperating with me today. Also, this is just a small scene from what I have done and the plot in no way has been revealed yet. I am just hoping to find out how my writing style will be received. Enjoy.
-the desert sunset outside of Las Vegas-
"Hey sweetie, can I come in?" I heard my mom say through the door.
"Yeah, the door’s open," I replied, still looking for something to wear.
I turned to see my mom peeking her head into my room.
"I brought you up some breakfast," she said, opening the door to reveal a tray with a plate of bacon, toast and two sunny side-up eggs – my favorite. There was even a glass of orange juice and a cloth napkin under the knife and fork.
"Wow mom, what’s the occasion?" I said sarcastically.
"Well, I thought it being your first day of high school I’d make you something to start the day off right but if you don’t want it I can save it for Ryan when he wakes up. I know he would love to eat this without . . . questioning," she said. The word questioning was minced with hurt and frustration.
The move to Vegas had not affected my brother in the same way it had me. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, he was excited about the change. This bothered me, but he was my little brother and most things he did bothered me. So, Ryan was not in on the pleading debates about the move with my parents or the screaming matches. He completely accepted the reason our parents gave about why we had to move. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t give in. Their reason about Dad finding a better job, better pay and a better position in the financial firm in Vegas was lame to me. There were jobs in San Diego he could have taken. I would have even been more sympathetic if we had moved to LA, but Las Vegas? What could Las Vegas offer a financial advisor? Plus, my mom was still working full-time, so the pay couldn't be that good.
I realized the breakfast was not something special for my first day of school. The breakfast was, in a sense, a peace offering for the unexpected move. For taking me away from my friends, my home, my life. For knowing that it would be hard on me to start over again. For feeling sorry for me. And for me, the breakfast was not enough to say sorry. If I had not been so hungry I probably would have played defiant and told her to save it for Ryan.
"No mom, I want to eat it. Thanks," I said, hoping my thanks sounded sincere, "Besides, Ryan likes his eggs scrambled."
© 2008 Marleen Gunnerson