Under Cover, K.M.Brown [year 2 reading books txt] 📗

Getting out of bed was a pain.My muscles were sore from the hours of
exercising i'd done yesterday.Still I was starving,and if I didn't eat soon I'd
more than likely start chewing on Getting out of bed was a pain.My muscles were sore from the hours of
exercising i'd done yesterday.Still I was starving,and if I didn't eat soon I'd
more than likely start chewing on my hand.I stiffly sat up looking around my
little three room apartment.One bedroom,one bathroom,and a
living-room-kitchen split,and all I paid was fifty dollars a month.I'm seventeen
so I still have school,but since I got that emancipation document I can pick
my time of school.I go at night.Work during the day. Thats all.Pretty simple,
but when I get out of here i'm gonna travel the world.I work at a convenice
store for seven dollars an hour. Minimum wadge.And looking at my grades,
well my pay check is more than likely gonna stay that way.I may remember
most of my schooling from before the wreck,but I still had gaps.Anything
that had a family member,or someone I interacted with,besides a teacher,was
blocked out.Pretty irritating,because my parents had apparently been the type
to randomly drop by.Walking slowly through the kitchen-living-room
doorway,I nearly screamed.Eleven months ago,I put up a full length mirror
for my fashion on the go.Well my reflection this morning scarred the shix
out of me.Dark circles hung from my eyes.My eye color seemed washed out.
My skin looked baggy.My body looked chunky,and my hair hung around
me in sleepy disarray. I groaned.I'm gonna have to get more sleep.I shuffled
my way to the fridge. Opening the door,I find nothing eatable available. I sighed.
Guess i would get Nathan to get me something. Nathans one of my best friends.
He's twenty-two,blonde hair,brown eyes,tanned skin,great teeth,really
built,and increadabliy good looking.I was Nathans first real friend.He's a
hard person to get along with,but once you are his friend he'd do anything
for you.He's got a great since of humor,and is almost always thinking of
somebody else.He also happens to work at a coffee shop that has the best
hamburgers in town,in my opinion.He also gets those priceless artifacts for
free.I'm going to have to find my phone.I walk carefully to my room,legs
screaming in protest.Last night I plugged it up to the charger,and layed it
on my bed.But with last nights dream,I more than likely through it acrossed
the room.So I start my search on the oppiste wall from my bed.I come up
lucky,and find it in the corner,behind the t.v.My phone is a cheap little thing
that can withstand anything.It's not touch screen,but slides out in a key
bored,and gets signal anyway.I dial up Nathan. While waiting on him to
answer,I look through the fridge again,and ram sack my cabnets. I come up
with a slice of turkey,a slice of cheese,a pack of crackers,and a twinkie. It'll
last me till Nathan gets here.The forth time I call he picks up."Hey,sorry
bout the wait,but had a breakfast rush.Whats up?" I smile at his voice."Ohh
you now the usual.Talking to you,starving,ya know the same." I'm greeted
by his laughter.It was like milk chocolate."What shall it be Miss. Cole?
Hamburger with anything else I can grab?"I laugh at his formal tone and
say,"How bout two hamburgers and anything else you can grab?" "Sure thing,
Kitten." I could just see him smirking. "I will forever,and always hate that nick
name." I said with a sigh. "Aww come on you know you love it,and you
brought it on yourself." Laughing I said bye,and he said he'd be there in ten.
Way to long if you ask me,i'd be dead by then. Nathan calling my kitten
reminded me of around the time when we first meet.He'd brought some food
over,and after we ate,I dared him to meow like a cat.He said he'd do it if
I would.Well he sounded like some poor animal,being soaked by a water hose,
and being ran over by a lawn mower at the same time.Me on the hand,well,
Nathan flipped because he said I sounded like a baby kitten.It was one of the
thousands of stupid things we'd done together that had stuck.Hopefully one
day I could knock that name out of his head.For now I would drape myself
over the couch,and eat my twinkie. I planned to eat it very slowly,but what
I planned to do and what I done are two very different things.Once the wrapper
came off the twinkie,the twinkie was gone.I got up,and looked for a book to
read,settled with an old magazine,and sat down on the fluffy,old,white couch.
True to his word, Nathan arrived ten minutes later.I heard him before he walked
through the door,and dropped the magazine.I closed my eyes,and acted dead.I
know pretty childish,but who cares?Not two seconds later Nathan walks in.
"Ohhh,since kitten is dead,i'll just go home." I very nearly flipped off the
couch.Barely regaining my balance I said,"You would't!" twisting my face
to look like I was fearful. "Ohh but I would." I went very serious. "Thats a
heavy threat there,Nate-cake." I said quietly,as he crossed the room to put
down the food. "Rachelle,why are you looking at me like I'm the food?" I
slowly smiled, making my most barbaric face I could,I said,"You just might
be." Then I lost it,and started laughing.He just looked at me."Ewww,you
wouldn't taste very good anyway." "Ohh you wanna find out?" "Uhhhh
No!"I said. He handed me a plate with two hamburgers,scattered hash
browns,sunny-side up eggs, cinnamon rolls,french fries,bacon,and toast.
Along with coffee. "You're the reason I'm getting fat!"I complained
shoving food into my mouth."That's okay,"He replied,"You'll work it
off with me tommarrow!" "Ohh god!Don't remind me.My muscles are so
sore ,I can barely move!" "I know ,thats why I said tommarrow,I don't
have to stop cus I'm used to it."
"Screw you!"
" Hey,I wouldn't mind."
I finished off my food just as my phone alarm went off.Time for my
wonderful job. Nathan already knows the drill.He'll more than likely stay
here for the rest of the day,watch t.v,clean when he's bored,and eat whats
left of my breakfast.I jump in the shower,brushing my teeth while I'm in
there,saves time.I dress In a bright green shirt, dark-washed jeans,and black
tennis shoes.Usual makeup,and pony tail,out the door ,and calling bye love
yah over my shoulder. my hand.I stiffly sat up looking around my
little three room apartment.One bedroom,one bathroom,and a
living-room-kitchen split,and all I paid was fifty dollars a month.I'm seventeen
so I still have school,but since I got that emancipation document I can pick
my time of school.I go at night.Work during the day. Thats all.Pretty simple,
but when I get out of here i'm gonna travel the world.I work at a convenice
store for seven dollars an hour. Minimum wadge.And looking at my grades,
well my pay check is more than likely gonna stay that way.I may remember
most of my schooling from before the wreck,but I still had gaps.Anything
that had a family member,or someone I interacted with,besides a teacher,was
blocked out.Pretty irritating,because my parents had apparently been the type
to randomly drop by.Walking slowly through the kitchen-living-room
doorway,I nearly screamed.Eleven months ago,I put up a full length mirror
for my fashion on the go.Well my reflection this morning scarred the shix
out of me.Dark circles hung from my eyes.My eye color seemed washed out.
My skin looked baggy.My body looked chunky,and my hair hung around
me in sleepy disarray. I groaned.I'm gonna have to get more sleep.I shuffled
my way to the fringe. Opening the door,I find nothing eatable available. I sighed.
Guess i would get Nathan to get me something. Nathans one of my best friends.
He's twenty-two,blonde hair,brown eyes,tanned skin,great teeth,really
built,and increadabliy good looking.I was Nathans first real friend.He's a
hard person to get along with,but once you are his friend he'd do anything
for you.He's got a great since of humor,and is almost always thinking of
somebody else.He also happens to work at a coffee shop that has the best
hamburgers in town,in my opinion.He also gets those priceless artifacts for
free.I'm going to have to find my phone.I walk carefully to my room,legs
screaming in protest.Last night I plugged it up to the charger,and layed it
on my bed.But with last nights dream,I more than likely through it acrossed
the room.So I start my search on the oppiste wall from my bed.I come up
lucky,and find it in the corner,behind the t.v.My phone is a cheap little thing
that can withstand anything.It's not touch screen,but slides out in a key
bored,and gets signal anyway.I dial up Nathan. While waiting on him to
answer,I look through the fridge again,and ram sack my cabnets. I come up
with a slice of turkey,a slice of cheese,a pack of crackers,and a twinkie. It'll
last me till Nathan gets here.The forth time I call he picks up."Hey,sorry
bout the wait,but had a breakfast rush.Whats up?" I smile at his voice."Ohh
you now the usual.Talking to you,starving,ya know the same." I'm greeted
by his laughter.It was like milk chocolate."What shall it be Miss. Cole?
Hamburger with anything else I can grab?"I laugh at his formal tone and
say,"How bout two hamburgers and anything else you can grab?" "Sure thing,
Kitten." I could just see him smirking. "I will forever,and always hate that nick
name." I said with a sigh. "Aww come on you know you love it,and you
brought it on yourself." Laughing I said bye,and he said he'd be there in ten.
Way to long if you ask me,i'd be dead by then. Nathan calling my kitten
reminded me of around the time when we first meet.He'd brought some food
over,and after we ate,I dared him to meow like a cat.He said he'd do it if
I would.Well he sounded like some poor animal,being soaked by a water hose,
and being ran over by a lawn mower at the same time.Me on the hand,well,
Nathan flipped because he said I sounded like a baby kitten.It was one of the
thousands of stupid things we'd done together that had stuck.Hopefully one
day I could knock that name out of his head.For now I would drape myself
over the couch,and eat my twinkie. I planned to eat it very slowly,but what
I planned to do and what I done are two very different things.Once the wrapper
came off the twinkie,the twinkie was gone.I got up,and looked for a book to
read,settled with an old magazine,and sat down on the fluffy,old,white couch.
True to his word, Nathan arrived ten minutes later.I heard him before he walked
through the door,and dropped the magazine.I closed my eyes,and acted dead.I
know pretty childish,but who cares?Not two seconds later Nathan walks in.
"Ohhh,since kitten is dead,i'll just go home." I very nearly flipped off the
couch.Barely regaining my balance I said,"You would't!" twisting my