Heaven

3

"Julie, wake up." She said as I felt her shake me.

"What ma?" I asked turning my body the other way.

"Breakfast is ready." She said.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Eight." She said.

"Is dad home?" I asked.

"He left for work about, two hours ago." She said.

"Could you wake me up in an hour?" I asked.

"No, get your butt up now." She said as she drew my curtains.

"Too bright." I said.

"Good, now you better be downstairs in the next ten minutes." She said walking out of my room, leaving my door wide open.

I slowly stretched as I got up.

I made my way into my bathroom, did the usual, then looked into the mirror. My hair was just a mess, and light marks covered my body.

I exited the bathroom, then my room and headed downstairs.

"Did you sleep pretty good?" He asked.

I looked over, there was Tom standing by the couch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Julie, why aren't you dressed?" She asked as she peaked her head through the cracked door.

"You told me to wake up, not wake up and get dressed." I said.

"Well hurry and eat your breakfast, then go get dressed." She said closing the door.

I walked over and sat in my usual spot.

"There's a problem with the situation." Tom said.

"What do you mean, problem?" I asked.

"We'll talk about it at the house." He said.

"Is Sonny going to be there?" I asked.

"Yes he's waiting at the house for us." He said.

"So should I hurry?" I asked.

"Take your time and eat, Sonny will understand." Tom said as he walked back into the living room.

I ate my food, then placed my plate in the sink.

"I'm gonna go get dressed now." I said to them as I ran up the stairs and back into my room.

I shut my door and stripped out of the clothes I had slept in.

I threw on some clean underwear, along with a peach colored laced bra.

I threw on a pair of jean shorts and a stripped tshirt. I went into my bathroom, did my hair, and applied some perfume. I slipped on some shoes, grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.

"Julie, what in the hell are you wearing?" My mother asked.

"A shirt and shorts." I said.

"Tom, do you think what she is wearing is appropriate?" She asked turning to face him.

"I don't know, why it wouldn't." He said.

"How are you going to find a husband, by wearing clothes like that?" She asked.

"Well if they don't like me dressing like this, they aren't the one." I said.

"If you want it to be harder to find you someone, go for it." She said walking back into the kitchen.