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My new life in a suitcase and tote. From Fluffy Cuddle Bear, the stuffed bear my Mother made me, to out of season designer steals, I was finally packed to move to Dalton Academy. I sighed as I checked the time and figured I should help where I can with dinner. Making my way downstairs, the smell of barbeque filled my senses and I smiled, relaxing a bit. As nervous as I am to leave, I want to enjoy my time while I’m still here. My tentative smile broadened as I entered the kitchen to see my Stepmother, Carol, straining potatoes.
“Hey Carol, how can I help with dinner?” I ask giving her a small hug once she’s lowered the pot.
“Oh! Hi Sweetie, do you want to make a salad?”
“Of course, can’t have all this food and no greens,” I accentuated the end of my sentence trying to make eye contact with my father and stepbrother through the patio doors and failing as they turn away. I shake my head unbothered and begin to search the kitchen for ingredients.
“Finn, honey, can you come mash these potatoes for me?” Carol asked as she hands my father a tray of vegetables to grill with a pointed look. Deflating at the sight of veggies replacing meat on the grill, Finn shuffles inside.
Once we are all sat down together, we begin to eat a delicious spread of grilled chicken, roasted zucchini, corn and bell peppers with mashed potatoes and salad.
“So, are you finished packing dear?” Carol questions me.
“Yeah, what I’m able to bring, anyway. You know me, this uniform is going to be a challenge.”
“One I’m sure you can overcome, Hun. We’re going to miss you, but you know we are only a call away.” Her eye contact was intense, and I could tell it was because she cared, so I diverted my eyes and thanked her quietly.
“We’re- uh set to leave at 6 then, Kurt?” My Dad questions tentatively.
“Yeah, I’ll make breakfast by 5:30, but you need to be up to get any,” I say, smiling softly with my head still lowered.
“Sounds good, kiddo. So long as you make that breakfast sausage and pancakes, I love!” He says, noticing my smile.
“Actually, bacon is healthier than sausage, so it might make an appearance with the eggs and toast.”
“So long as it’s not that gluten-free non-sense you were on about at the store, deal.”
“You’ll just have to see; I don’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“So long as there’s bacon in the morning, I’m good!” Finn shares around a mouthful of food and I cringe, rolling my eyes fondly when he continues to shove food in his mouth. Ah, boys.