No Regular Thanksgiving

No Regular Thanksgiving

Melody Garcia (Staff Writer)

            Hello again! If you don’t remember me, my name is Maci Ann Tylers. I am still 16 years old and the Halloween party was really fun, but now it’s Thanksgiving! The only sad thing about Thanksgiving is that I don’t get to spend it with my mom or dad. My dad is the director and producer for The Hunger Games, so I don’t get to see him much, but one time I got to meet Josh Hutcherson, Liam Hemsworth, and Jennifer Lawrence; it was really cool. It was embarrassing though, because I fainted. Anyways, he’s gone and my mom is too, but that is because my friends always come over for Thanksgiving so she is driving herself to her friends house. I have the house all to myself, but my friends will be over in abo- ding dong. Right about now I guess. Why did they come so early in the morning? To my surprise Brayden James Keane was standing at my door with flowers, when it was raining, at three o’clock in the morning, when I was in my pajamas. Wait- WHAT?! I ran upstairs as fast as I could, slammed my bedroom door, locked it, and then changed with my awesome super fast speed.

 

When I came downstairs Brayden was still standing under the eve, “What are you still doing out there? Come in,” I exclaimed.

 

He started to stutter as he told me why he was here while I grabbed a beach towel, a heavy blanket, and two cups of homemade family secret hot chocolate, “I wa-wanted t-to talk to y-you. I was wo-wondering i-if I could co-come over today. M-my parents wo-won’t be hom-home.”

 

My mouth dropped, “Yes, of course you can! Why didn’t you just call me?” I asked.

 

“I couldn’t wait, but why were you up this early,” he asked. His voice was starting to come back.

“I always get up this early. Now drink this,” I ordered.

 

He nodded his head and drank it. His eyes widened at the taste, “Oh my gosh! Your hot chocolate is so good!” I giggled, then went to my brother’s room, got out sweats and a regular black v-neck. I threw them at Brayden. Today was going to be a good day, right?

 

It was noon and the rain had finally stopped. I had started making the feast for dinner after Brayden and I watched endless hours of Spongebob Squarepants and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. What? I love these shows. They are my favorite things to watch, all day and all night. Hmmm, what does everyone like to eat? Turkey for Isaac, ham for Elijah, green bean casserole for Samantha and Asia, cranberry sauce for Marina, stuffing for Brayden, sweet potatoes for Jason, and mashed potatoes with gravy for me. Oh, and I must not forget the most important aspect of Thanksgiving that everyone loves, pumpkin pie and apple cider. Yes, now that I know what everyone likes, I can make something.

 

Everyone has arrived and has been eyeing the food. Brayden was licking his lips and I smacked him upside the head and told him to stop or else his lips will get chapped. We sat down and started saying what we were thankful for. Unfortunately, they got me to go first and let me tell you I was nervous. They knew I hated going first, “Okay, um… I am thankful for the wonderful friends I have and that they get to spend Thanksgiving with me.” I smiled. I never ever did that well, I always got nervous, but I guess I wasn’t anymore. After everyone else went, we dug in.

 

Soon, almost all of the food was gone, and we were stuffed. I know, we’re pigs. I got up to wash the dishes and pack up the leftovers. When I got to the sink and turned it on the faucet broke and water flew in all directions. Naturally, I did what everyone else would have done. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “That’s not natural!” Well it’s natural to me. Everyone stumbled into the kitchen hold whatever they could find to use as a weapon. Brayden had a pocket knife, Marina had a flyswatter, Asia and Samantha had tasers, Elijah had pepper spray, Marina had a hammer, Isaac had a bat, and Jason had a pillow. Wait. A pillow? “Why in the world would you think a pillow would protect me?” I screamed as water was still spraying around. Jason just shrugged.

 

Brayden ran over after he dropped his pocket knife and picked me up carefully so he, nor I would slip, “Are you alright love,” he asked in a really bad British accent. I broke out into hysterical laughing rolling around on the wet floor. When I stopped everyone looked at me like i was crazy, but then again I was.

 

Brayden stared at his shoes and while he was; I sneaked around him, like the awesome ninja I am, and jumped on his back and got him wet with water. He was shocked, especially when I kissed his cheek. I saw him blush a deep crimson red. Everyone was laughing and I felt as if this was the best Thanksgiving ever! Even though I got wet because of the faucet, it was still nice. Just to show you, this was no regular Thanksgiving. ##

 

 

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