Donna opened her eyes slowly. She rolled over and saw that she had slept for quite a while. It was 8:15 p.m.. Donna stood up and stretched. She grabbed a pair of jeans off her floor and pulled them on. After pulling a sweater over her T-shirt, Donna went downstairs to see if her mother was home. She found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by papers, typing something on her laptop, and talking on the phone at the same time. Donna walked over to the table and sat across from her mother. After her mom hadn't acknowledged her presence, Donna waved at her.
"Excuse me, mom?" she said.
"Not now," her mother said. "I'm on the phone."
"But mom this is important! I need to know..."
Donna's mother turned away from her and continued to talk on the phone. Donna sighed and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. She quickly wrote : "I'm going with the Hanson's to Las Vegas, okay?", and handed it to her mother. Her mom nodded and waved Donna away.
"I'll be back on Wednesday," Donna said.
"Okay dear," her mother said. Donna turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen. She trudged up the steps and down the hallway, into her bedroom. She walked over to her bed and picked her suitcase up off the floor. After tossing it on her bed, Donna walked over to her closet and began to pull clothes out. She grabbed a few T-shirts, a couple of sweaters, three pairs of jeans, and two pairs of cords. After folding the clothes and placing them into her suitcase, Donna walked over to her dresser and pulled a bathing suit, some socks and underwear out of the top drawer. She tossed them into the suitcase, added some magazines to the pile, and closed the suitcase. She placed it by the door, and picked her Jansport bookbag up off the floor and walked around her room, putting c.d.ís, candy, magazines, her Discman, makeup, and an extra sweater in. After she was finished packing, Donna changed into a black T-shirt, and switched the lights off. She got into her bed, and fell asleep a few minutes later.
At the Hanson house, the family was also packing. Taylor pulled another shirt of the closet and added it to the open suitcase that was sitting on his bed.
"Hey Ike," he said. "Do you think 12 shirts are enough?" Isaac looked up at Taylor.
"TWELVE shirts Taylor?" he asked. "How long are you staying?" Taylor sighed, pulled two shirts out and put them back into the closet. He zipped up the suitcase, placed it next to his bed, and put his packed bookbag on top of it.
"I'm done," he announced as he fell onto his bed.
"Me too," Isaac said. He and Taylor looked at Zac, who was playing a video game. He paused the game and looked at them. "What?" he said. "I'm packed!" He motioned to his suitcase. Taylor stood up and grabbed Zac's suitcase. He opened it and rolled his eyes.
"Are you planning on bringing an iron Zac?" Isaac asked after glancing at the wrinkled jumble of clothes in Zac's suitcase. Zac mumbled something under his breath and stood up to fix the clothes.
"You might as well turn off the game," Taylor said. "We're going to bed."
"Oh man," Zac said.
"By the way Zac," Isaac said, as he changed into a T-shirt. "Did you call Kelly?" Zac nodded.
"She's coming over tomorrow at 9:00," he said.
"What time is Jess coming?" Taylor asked, getting into his bed.
"9:00 too," Isaac said, climbing up to the top bunk and getting under the covers.
"That's when Donna's coming too," Taylor said.
"Okay then," Isaac said. "Turn off the light Zac."
"Why do I have to do it?" Zac asked.
"Because you're the only one that's not in bed yet," Taylor said.
"Fine," Zac said, as he walked across the room and flipped the light switch.
"Night guys," Isaac said.
"Night," Taylor said, yawning.