Let's start with my mother. Her name is Terry Rennyolds.
She's pretty cool, for a parent. She's not to over protective, but she is
always making sure her kids are taken care of properly. I guess you could say,
I like her hanging around, just as long as she doesn't embarress me when
my friends are over.
My father , Scott Rennyolds, is a hot shot laywer, but he
always has time for his kids. He always says he would do anything for us,
which is pretty cool. I can always count on him for help.
Then theres my 16 year old brother, Kevin. He's okay, I
guess. He doesn't go around and make fun of me, although we do get into
plenty of fights. He's pretty cute, with his blonde hair, and green eyes. All my
friends are totally in love with him.
Next, theres my sister Lindsay. She has dirty blonde hair,
down to her shoulders, and brown eyes. she's around 5'7 in height. I have a
while before I'll ever be that tall. She really cool. Me and her are really
close. We do almost everything together. Even thouh she's 14 and Im 12, were
still best friends.
Now, its my turn. My name is Lauren Rennyolds. I have long
brown hair, and sparkling green eyes. Im 5'3 in height, which is pretty tall
for a kid my age. All my friends tell me I could be a model. I say no way! I am
definately not pretty enough. They are just saying that because they
are my friends. Then there's the boys at my school. They're all pretty
immature...They do the strangest things, like shoot peas through straws
in the cafeteria, and make faces at the teachers backs when they're not
looking. I'm getting pretty tired of it, because most of them wanna go
out with me! Yuck!
"Whoh, Laur! You really should stay out of the way. I almost
knocked you over!" Dad told me.
"Oops, sorry dad, I must have been daydreaming!" I said
sheepishly.
He smiled and asked "Where are you going today?"
I rolled my eyes. "Duh dad, today's Friday. There's school today."
"Friday? I thought It was Saturday! I was so caught up with my
new client, that I forgot! I have to get to the office!" He said quickly,
as he rushed past me. Thats my dad for you, always on the run.
I quickly put on my shoes and tied them, rushed down stairs and
ate a quick breakfast, just in time to see Jessica's mom pulling into the
driveway.
Who's Jessica? Jessica Lindon is my best friend, besides
Lindsay, I mean. She really cool, but sometimes she brags constantly. See, her
father is really rich. One of the wealthiest people in Jameson California.
She always finds something she has, that I don't. Anyways, She has long
blonde hair, and blue eyes. Her hair usually isn't blonde, because every
morning, she puts streaks of crayola marker in her hair. Today for example, it
was red.
"Hey Jess, cool hair." I said, opening the door, and sitting
beside her.
"Thanks. I like it better than purple" She said, reffering to
the color she had in yeserday.
"So, ready for home Ec? Did you bring the chocolate for the
muffins?"
"Mmmhmm, I'm glad to. If I didn't, Mrs Layton would be furious
with me!" Jessica said, crossing her eyes and making a weird face.
"Looks just like her!" I said laughing.
Jess and I can be pretty weird sometimes. Espically in art
class. Our art teacher, Mrs. Mitchell, doesn't care what we do, as long as it
has an 'artistic' point of view. What a nut case!
The day went on, and I thought I was going to burst. I couldn't
wait
till I could go to Home Economics, so I could finally eat something.
Finally, the 6th period bell rang, and I ran to the classroom. I went
into the assigned kitchen, and waited for Jessica to show up.
"Hand me the chocolate chips, Laur," Jessica ordered, pushing
her red hair out of her eyes. We were baking our muffins.
"Here you are, Princess Jessica," I said sarcasticly.
Jessica shrugged, and added the chocolate chips to the dough.
"And now, crack two eggs into the bowl," She said, reading the recipe.
I took two eggs out of the fridge, and cracked them into the
sticky dough. Jessica frequently insisted on doing the easy jobs, while I was
stuck with hard things, like chopping nuts, cracking eggs, and just about
everything else. All Jessica hardly ever did, was stir the dough, and I
was pretty sick of it, you know?
"So, what were you saying, Lauren?" Jessica asked me.
"Nevermind" I muttered.
After we were done the muffins, which turned out perfectly I
might add, the bell rang and I hurried to my locker.
Once again, I saw one of the boys from my class, Tim McDonald,
making fun of my friend Alicia Banks, poising his hands over his head
like a ballerina. You see, Alicia is a ballerina, and her dream is to someday
become famous. I went to one of her practises once. She's really good.
I said a quick goodbye to Alicia, and hurried out the school
doors, in search of Lindsay. I found her quickly.
"Hey Linds, whats up?" I asked expectantly.
"You'll never guess what? I have good news!" Lindsay paused
dramaticly.
"Hurry up, I don't wanna wait all day!"
"You know that band you like? Henson or whatever?"
"Hanson? Yeah."
"I was listening to my walkman in Study hall, and I heard that
they're giving a concert here in a week!"
"Your Kidding!" I exclaimed.
"Nope, I am totally 100% serious!"
"Wow..." I said, dazed.
"Lauren, come on! We have to hurry home, if we want to mom to
say yes. You know she has to go to work soon!"
"You're right," I started, picking up her pase, "Oh no! I just
had a horrible thought! What if she doesn't let us go? That would be so
awful!"
"Don't worry Laur. We'll find a way to convince mom to let us
go. Mom's cool. Don't forget. She let us go the that Jewel concert last
year."
"Oh Yeah!" I exclaimed, brightening. "Cool.."
We walked the rest of the way home, talking nothing about the
Hanson concert.
When we walked in the door, mom heard the name Hanson. She
smiled.
"Don't you ever get sick of them, Lauren?" She asked me.
"No, never! And speaking of hanson, their haveing a concert
soon, one week to be exact. Can Lindsay and I go? Please?" I asked, ready to
get on my knees and beg.
"Okay, sure. You girls deserve a break," She said, taking the
paper out of the mail slot by our door.
"Really?" I asked. I was expecting to have to argue about it.
"Really." She said.
"Seriously??" I was amazed.
"Lauren I said yes!"
"Wow, thanks mom!" Lindsay said, throwing her arms around her
mother.
"Wait, Lindsay, I thought you didn't like Hanson! You didn't
even
know their real name, before today!" I said, crossing my arms across my
chest.
"Well, I can hear you playing it in your room, you play it so
L0UD, Lauren. They're pretty good, I have to admit it. And with all those
posters on your walls, I have to say that the middle one is cute.
I smiled, and walked up to my room. I put in Middle Of Nowhere
(What else?) and sat on my bed. While "Thinking of You" came on, I thought
about the concert, what I would wear, and how Zac would look...
