The Eclectic Pen - Bikini


By: Debra M. (valleyofthedolls)   + 5 more  
Date Submitted: 12/13/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 734
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  I don't remember running any faster ever in my life… I couldn't even swallow the air in all the gulping I was doing. I prayed no-one would notice I wasn't there when they woke up. Having the bedroom in the back really made a difference sometimes. It was too big of a pain in the ass to walk all the way back there. I mostly got visitors when there were chores to do or I had to watch my little sister

My real mom had bought me a bikini as a secret gift. So far this summer I hadn't had a chance to get down to the lake and swim in it yet. I wanted to swim in it just to tell my mom that "our secret" worked out. I knew in the end I would probably get my ass handed to me but I had to take that chance. She didn't have much time left, it seems every time I see her there is something that we are up to that will get me in trouble but would make her smile and that was all that mattered.

The water was ice cold but no-one was around. I just my head back and enjoyed being alone without a bunch of tourists making a bunch of noise and leaving trash around when they packed up for the day. I wrapped a towel around me and started to run the couple miles home. I could sneak in the back door and change really quick, my brothers wouldn't notice but my little sister had the biggest mouth ever.

I smiled as I slipped out of my wet clothes; maybe today was going to be my day. If I was lucky I might have a couple hours after my chores to get to the library. I hurried and hid my wet clothes at the bottom of the laundry pile.

Chores…chores…chores. After I did the breakfast dishes and took the garbage out I wondered where to begin. The floors, laundry, water the plants or cleaning the fridge. It was all going to have been done before I had anytime to myself anyways. I let out a big sigh and wondered who was going to make my day harder before I could escape.



The Library is one of my favorite escapes. My Real Mom always told me that all the answers could be found there. I took a list with me every chance I went. I wish it wasn't so heavy to carry the books home, the yellow backpack will not last much longer. I wish I could go everyday and when I grow up I could be a librarian but I guess it takes 10 years of college to be an official one.

I stare at the rows and aisles of books, the newspapers and magazines. Then there are the books that just came in that sit there on display for a whole month as your mouth waters. That is the big prize, reading a book first from the library…crisp pages and no dog ears, it's just heaven. I always try to sneak an adult selection like Valley of the Dolls for late night reading. I hope that the check out lady lets me get away with it this time. I have a lamp on my side table that my real mom bought me; it's just like a "grown-up" lamp but in miniature. I love it for my in bed reading.

I just continue switching the backpack from hand to hand to shoulder to shoulder until I have to take a break and cop a squat. There are red lines in my palm where the handle had dug in. I hear a very loud engine behind me and know it's my dad. I turn around and see my dad the icon himself. He is a legend in his own mind. I jump in his huge truck and just wonder what non-stop story he will be telling me until we get home. He's an ok guy but a little long winded and seems to think himself as a miniature Howard Hughes, other people's dads are pretty strange also, I hope so anyways.







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