Bitter Taste

Prologue: Let's Meet!

Esme:

This book is entertaining. I wonder if he's reading right now. And if so, what would he be reading? A chapter book? An informational geographic book? A graphic novel? Something inappropriate?

Silly me, he probably doesn't read at all! Just as I laughed at the range of my imagination, my phone rang across from me. At my vanity. Who would be calling me at this hour? I got up from my bed and picked it up and read the Caller I.D. It was Aelin. I immediately picked it up and sang into the phone. "Hey Firecracker!" I couldn't help but burst at my own comment. "What the fuck?" A serious voice came from the other line. Aelin takes everything seriously. She needs to let loose sometimes. "Just a nickname. What's up A?"

"Do you wanna meet tomorrow? If you're not busy? I have something to discuss with you." There's that serious tone again. "Sure, where and what time?" Aelin and I rarely hang out anymore. But I guess it doesn't hurt to meet up once in a while. After all, it's almost the end of the school year. "The cafe. At 7."

"PM?"

"AM." Why am I not surprised? Aelin is a morning person. Hell, she is morning. She takes morning walks, morning showers, and wakes up at 4 every day. I, on the other hand, am a night owl. Every weekend, I sleep at either 4 or 5. AM.

"Got it. But I might be late." I whispered. More to myself than to her. "Bye and don't give me that dumbass nickname anymore," she spoke.

Sigh. Now I have to sleep early. On a Friday. Something I would never do. Unless I have a test that morning of course.

"Esmé, descends. J'ai quelque chose pour toi!" It was my mom. "Coming, maman!"

I put on one of my gray hoodies and changed from shorts to sweatpants. Comfort is key.

I raced down the stairs of my beautiful home and found my mother standing by some decorations.

"C'est ce que tu voulais me montrer? Des décorations?" I spoke, which caused my mother to frown.

"Sorry maman. It's just.. qu'est-ce que je suis censé faire avec un bonhomme de neige? Ce n'est pas l'hiver!" Her frown deepened but then it turned into a grin. She pointed at the door and then at a door decoration that was laying on our dining table. I hit my head with my hand and stared at her with dumbfounded eyes. "Maman..."

Translation:

Mom: "Esme, come down! I have something for you!"

Esme: "Is this what you wanted to show me? Decorations?"

Esme: "What am I supposed to do with a snowman? It's not winter!"

I apologize for the short chapter!! I will try to make longer chapters! 

But how was the Prologue?!?!?!