Chapter 1
My mom was sitting on the edge of the couch, drinking her usual Mocha. I walked over to her and sat beside her. Her head was buried between her novel, A Chance for Romance. Her golden hair was tied in a ponytail that hung over her shoulders. She was a beautiful woman and I sort of inherited some of her traits. My mom was an author, a famous one to tell me. She had written 7 books in a her lifetime. A Chance for Romance was published 1 month ago. Even though she knew she wrote it she still read it continuously like she was a fan of her own writing. She looked up and smiled, showing her beautiful pearly teeth.
“ Can you give me a refill please hon,” She smiled again as I chuckled and got up. I walked over to the sink and poured out the cold coffee and rinsed it. I picked up the coffee maker pot and poured the brewed coffee into the mug. I poured the Mocha flavor mix into the coffee and stirred it with a spoon. I walked back over to her and handed her the warm mug. She took a swig and smiled.
“ Just like I like it.” She said and caressed my cheek. Her skin was always cool and smooth. She sat her cup on the table next to her novel and stared at me.
“ What would I do without my Erin. Every since your dad died I’ve never been happy, but you made me change. Erin, sweetie soon you’ll be going to college and I want you to promise me you will find someone to love you in every single way.”
“ Mom, I don’t really care about finding love anymore, well it would be good to, but I got you. Enough love.”
“ Sweetie your a amazing, beautiful, intelligent young woman. I love you and care for you so much. Its time you find that special guy out there.” She said and picked up her novel and buried her head between it again.” I chuckled and stood up to walk to my room. I walked up the stairs halfway and peeked out at my mom, and said, “ Over my dead body.” She smiled and I walked up to my peaceful room, which I called “ Erin’s Paradise.”
The aroma scent of raspberries and vanilla filled my room. I laid on my big, white canopy bed and turned on the radio. I picked up my cell and was about to call Jesse–one of my best friends, but a song came on the radio that I’ve never heard. It sounded familiar though. The song started off just a strum of a acoustic guitar. Then a guy started singing. He sounded so beautiful. The music was so soothing.
Sit there on the phone,
You can talk about us.
You can tell me your sorry,
A thousand of times.
But I’m not gonna fall,
I just don’t know how you do.
There was a pause, and then there was an crescendo. The electric guitar came in and then the drums. The song was so stunning. It ended like it started, with the acoustic guitar coming back and with him saying the same words again.
“ There you have it folks. That was Everlasting Disasters playing their new hit, One last time, It’s over. That band is new to all the fame and will be performing at the Jodi’s Bar here in Cali on June 16th, one more day from here. Well back to the fun and music, This is Dillion and your listening to 160.9. The Fross.”
I punched in the number of Jesse’s phone and she picked up after the first ring.
“ Hey Erin, what’s going on?” She said.
“ Hey Jess. What are the girls doing tonight?” I asked and turned down the volume of my radio.
“ Uhhh…I think Chloe and Jadden are going on a double date.”
“ Cool…Are you and Jake going?”
“ Yeah of course.” she coughed.
“ I think I’ll go for the fun of it. Where are they going? The movies?” I said and sighed.
“ Yeah, and then to a party over at Cray’s Lake. Hey you should come over at 6, and look your best…as usual. I got a special surprise for you.” she said happily.
“ Sure.” I mumbled.
“ Hey I got to go, Jake’s coming over in 24 min. and I haven’t picked out the perfect outfit. Bye Erin.” She said and hung up. It was now 5:03. I laid my head on my pillow and thought about my dad. He was a young man and maybe because him and mom had me when they were 16. I looked nothing like my dad but I had the same personality as he did. He had blue- green eyes and dark russet skin. Dad had died from a car wreck when I was 8. I missed him so much. He was my hero, my dad. My eyes opened and I realized that I had felling asleep. I jumped up from my bed and went to my closet. I grabbed my favorite halter top and skinny jeans. The halter top was orange and was sparkly, and the jeans were skin tight and was a dark black color. I hurried and threw my makeup in my bag and tied the back of the shirt. I ran down the stairs, said bye to my mom and hoping I didn’t forget anything. The sun was scorching hot outside. I got in my bright red convertible and drove to Jesse’s house with One last time, It’s over in my head.
“ Come in!” Jake screamed as I rung the doorbell. I laughed and shifted my bag on my right side.
“ Hey Erin! You are very luscious tonight.” he said as Jesse came down the stairs wearing a cute tee and a pair of blac
Every morning, as you get out of bed to face the new day, a sweet aroma brewing on the edge of your nostrils caresses you slowly down the staircase and through the kitchen door. As you open the door to the new world beyond your mattress and your pillowcases, you are enchanted once again by the haunting smell of the concoction you have come to know as coffee.
