Chapter 3: The Parents
As we went downstairs we were met with the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast wafting out from the kitchen. I grinned and hurried down, eager to eat realizing I probably didn’t have dinner thus making me even more hungry. I rushed into the room, “Morning mom, g’morning dad!” I said that same grin plastered on my face. Now would be a good time to describe my parents. My dad had blonde hair and very dark blue eyes, he’s also quite tall and he could still easily pick me up, if he wanted to. He was laid back but as mentioned earlier he doesn’t like swearing too much, though he lets me slide by because I’m the only child he has. Everyone says I inherited his eyes and easy going smile. As for my mom she has black hair and chocolate brown eyes. My mom is very sweet until you get her angry, which is why I avoid swearing around her the most. She’s scary when she’s mad. I’ve been told that I got my mom’s looks, which is probably true because my mom is a looker…no I don’t think like THAT you perverts I just know whether my mom is ugly or not. I also got her temper and her hair color. The straight sleek style I got from my dad, I keep it long like my mother though. So here I was with my dad’s eyes, hair style, and easy going personality; mixed in with my mom’s hair color, looks, and temper. “Morning heartbreaker.” My dad replied. Due to my combination I got from my parents he’s called me that since I was a kid, saying I was going to be breaking hearts, male or female, left and right. Which I’m not sure is true but I rarely paid much attention to such things. I sat down and looked at my mom’s back, “Hey mom…you think Karima can stay here with us…till she has her own place?” I asked putting on that, ‘I’m so sweet please do as I ask.’ tone. She looked over at me then at Karima she smiled, “Well it wouldn’t be very nice to kick someone in need out. She can stay as long as she needs.” She said sweetly.” She can even stay in your room if that’s where she’s most comfortable.”  She added slyly, “Moooom!” I groaned, my mom maybe a kind person, but she sure loved to tease me. My mother set both me and Karima each a plate of food, Karima thanked her in that sweet voice of hers and started to eat like she hadn’t eaten in months….and that very well could be possible. “Besides you wouldn’t kick her out of your room would you?” asked my mother, pushing the teasing farther than it needs to go. I looked at Karima, who looked back at me with a completely adorable hopeful look on her face. “….Fine she can stay…” I said dejectedly. Yes ladies and gentlemen Tami Guat was PATHETIC when it came to pretty girls. I just can’t say no. Hell you tell me if you could look at a face like that and say no. I dare ya. Meh. Anywho after we had eaten breakfast and pulled on my shoes and kissed both my parents on the cheek. I looked at Karima unsure how to say goodbye, I was about to settle for a wave but once again the girl had just hopped up and hugged me tightly. The shock quickly dissipated and I returned it, the embrace feeling oddly…natural. I pulled away and ran out with a loud goodbye, my school bag in my hand and my head full of confused thoughts that I never expected to show up.