"Horrible," I say, smiling. "How did things go at ASU?"
"They went well." She blushes. I look at her flushed face.
"You met a boy, didn't you?"
"Maybe," she says, avoiding eye contact. "Oh, he's a true gentleman."
I roll my brown eyes. "This is not Georgia, Karen. Phoenix guys aren't gentlemen."
"I'm actually from Virgina."
"The point is," I say and then take a delightful sip of coffee. "Phoenix guys are known for taking advantage of sweet girls like you. Just be careful, okay?"
"Thank you, Mother." And then we both crack up since she's twenty, two years older than me, and I'm the responsible one. Responosible but reckless, does that make sense? I look at the time and realize my TV show is about to start. I say goodbye to Karen and sprint to the parking lot.
I jump into my car and drive as fast as I can to Northen Scottsdale. I can't miss this show, I just can't. I finally reach this gated community of giant houses. Shit. Why do they take so long opening the damn gate? It's not like I'm some thief or something. I've been here before.
I step on the gas pedal and turn onto Prickly Cactus Drive. My street name couldn't be any more Arizonian. Smiling when I see a house looming around the corner, I pull over on the driveway and get out of my car as quickly as possible. Turning the knob of our French front door, I open it and run inside. My cat meows at me, following me while I race upstairs to my room.
"I can't play right now, Pan!" Pan glares at me with his yellow-green eyes. I see my room, and throw myself on the bed. I reach for the remote control. I grab it, turn the TV on, and switch to the History channel. Success.
It's not everyday the History channel has a special on Greek Mythology.I've never seen then do a Greek Mythology special before. Honestly, how they call themselves the "History" chanel if all they play is MonsterQuest. They're talking about the Greek gods, and I smile when I hear Artemis name. She's my favorite goddess. To me, she's one of the first feminist. She didn't need any men, and any of them who dared to look at her would be hunted to death.
The TV calls for commercials, and I take this oppurtinity to go downstairs to get some snacks. There's a note on the kitchen counter for me.
<i>Dear Andromeda,
L
"They went well." She blushes. I look at her flushed face.
"You met a boy, didn't you?"
"Maybe," she says, avoiding eye contact. "Oh, he's a true gentleman."
I roll my brown eyes. "This is not Georgia, Karen. Phoenix guys aren't gentlemen."
"I'm actually from Virgina."
"The point is," I say and then take a delightful sip of coffee. "Phoenix guys are known for taking advantage of sweet girls like you. Just be careful, okay?"
"Thank you, Mother." And then we both crack up since she's twenty, two years older than me, and I'm the responsible one. Responosible but reckless, does that make sense? I look at the time and realize my TV show is about to start. I say goodbye to Karen and sprint to the parking lot.
I jump into my car and drive as fast as I can to Northen Scottsdale. I can't miss this show, I just can't. I finally reach this gated community of giant houses. Shit. Why do they take so long opening the damn gate? It's not like I'm some thief or something. I've been here before.
I step on the gas pedal and turn onto Prickly Cactus Drive. My street name couldn't be any more Arizonian. Smiling when I see a house looming around the corner, I pull over on the driveway and get out of my car as quickly as possible. Turning the knob of our French front door, I open it and run inside. My cat meows at me, following me while I race upstairs to my room.
"I can't play right now, Pan!" Pan glares at me with his yellow-green eyes. I see my room, and throw myself on the bed. I reach for the remote control. I grab it, turn the TV on, and switch to the History channel. Success.
It's not everyday the History channel has a special on Greek Mythology.I've never seen then do a Greek Mythology special before. Honestly, how they call themselves the "History" chanel if all they play is MonsterQuest. They're talking about the Greek gods, and I smile when I hear Artemis name. She's my favorite goddess. To me, she's one of the first feminist. She didn't need any men, and any of them who dared to look at her would be hunted to death.
The TV calls for commercials, and I take this oppurtinity to go downstairs to get some snacks. There's a note on the kitchen counter for me.
<i>Dear Andromeda,
L
