Chapter 4
After the 2 minutes it takes us to get to Bernadette’s house, we arrive. She’s waiting outside on her front porch reading her favorite murder mystery book, where Luke, the main character’s best friend, is the killer. She calls it a “real thriller book” and that I should read it, though I ain’t interested in the thriller/horror genre. I prefer fantasy novels, where you just get teleported into a world of dragons, fairies, princesses, and thieves!
We get out of the car and I open the trunk to grab my duffel bag and makeup case. We walk up to her front patio and she sets her book down. Even in the darkest light, you could still see the cover. It’s a bright pink book with dead lotus flowers all over it.
“Good evening, Bernadette. What book are you reading today?” my father asks.
“Oh, just the best thriller book in history, The Island,” Bernadette replies.
“Yeah, I know, it’s embedded in my brain from the seven million times you’ve read it,” I say sarcastically.
She rolled her eyes to the back of her head and then gestured for me to go inside. I open the door and the smell of pumpkin spice comes bursting through the door. Her mother must be cooking pumpkin pie or pumpkin spice latte for us.
“Oh! Charlotte, how are you? I missed you. I’m making pumpkin pie with cinnamon!” her mother said.
“I’m good. How are you doing on this lovely evening? By the way, pumpkin spice pumpkin pie does sound delicious. Thank you!” I replied.
She doesn’t seem to hear me because she continues to work on the pie. Bernadette and I go up the stairs and into her bedroom. One thing you should know about her room is that it has a full-on queen-sized mattress and huge bathroom. Their family is not really rich, but they have more money than the average person, hence the huge bedroom. I settled my stuff on the air mattress she had blown up immediately after I texted her.
“Charlotte, I will be right back. I just have to use the bathroom.” She walks to her bathroom, which by the way is right across the room.
While she’s gone, I stare up at the ceiling. Her room is covered in pink with a floral design all over. Her bed is a queen just big enough to hold five people. She has two large bookcases holding all of her mystery books.
Jeez. She does enjoy reading a lot.
She comes out of her bathroom about 15 minutes later holding a makeup brush and a palette.
“Ready to get started?”
I fly off of the bed and make my way to her bathroom. It’s the same as her bedroom but with vines on the wall instead. She starts with me first and makes me look like… well you’ll see.
“Done. You like it?” Bernadette says.
“I… I… I look like a clown!” I scream. “My turn to do your makeup,” I say.
She sits down and I get to work.
