Obscured (The Obscured Series Book 1) by C.M. Boers

could go to the store. I cleaned, poked, and threw some
potatoes in the oven, and started marinating a couple steaks. Then I went
upstairs to put away my backpack.
     Before
school had started, I was against the idea of being away from my friends.
Thankfully, things had changed completely once I started school. And now I
needed to finish unpacking all of my boxes. I wanted my room to look nice for when
Bailey arrived. Plus I needed the space for the trundle bed; unless Bailey
preferred to sleep in the guest room.
    I
opened the first box, which was full of clothes. I had already unpacked most of
my wardrobe, but there were still a few boxes left. That specific box contained
my dressier clothes, and it was the precise box I had hoped to find. I would
need to pick out an outfit to wear the next day for the date that was prettier
than my normal everyday clothing. I hung each piece in my closet, and before I
knew it the box was empty.
    I
checked my watch and saw that it was 5:14 p.m. I needed to get the steaks and
corn on the grill. Recently my mom taught me how to make things on the grill,
and I thought it tasted so much better that way. 
    Mom
must have arrived home sometime while I was cooking outside, because she came
out onto the porch to greet me, just as I was taking the steaks off the grill.
    “Hey
there! Steaks tonight?” she asked.
    “Yep.”
    “Sounds
like a delicious Friday night dinner to me.”
    “Good;
I’m glad you think so,” I said, grabbing the plate of steaks and corn. I handed
it to mom. “Can you bring these in while I shut off the grill?”
    “Of
course. Anything else I can do?”
     “If
you want, you can take the potatoes out of the oven.”
    Soon
enough we were sitting at the dining room table to eat.
    “So
I hope you don’t mind, but I was hoping we could go to the store and pick up
some groceries for Bailey and I tomorrow.”
    “Sure.
We can go when we’re done eating. I’ll clean up later.”
    My
mom was so accommodating, especially when it came to my social life. She always
wanted to make sure I was surrounded by friends as much as possible. She
stressed the fact that friends were important; people that stayed by your side
when you needed them. Everyone needed a little support now and again.
    I
finished eating before my mom, so I began clearing the table while she finished
up. I was putting the last dish in the sink when she came in carrying her
cleared plate.
    “Ready
to go?” she asked.
                      

 
                      
     
                       C HAPTER FOUR
     
     
    Bright
light streaming through my window woke me from a deep peaceful sleep. I knew it
had to be late if that much light that was shining through my window. I rolled
over to look at the clock: 11:10 a.m. I had just under an hour to shower and
get dressed before Bailey arrived. I had to hustle.
    I
quickly went downstairs to check if Mom had left yet. There wasn’t a note this
time, only a piece of paper with an arrow pointing to the handle of the
microwave. Inside there was some bacon and toast; a small breakfast that was
just the ticket in a time crunch. I gobbled up the little bit of food and ran
upstairs to shower.
    I
was ready just five minutes before Bailey arrived. We started making the pizza
right away, and it didn’t take long to get it into the oven.
    I
had felt like the ultimate girl the night before when I picked out three
outfits from my wardrobe. Of course, in typical girl fashion, I wanted Bailey’s
opinion. She had felt the same and brought her choices with her. It was
exciting thinking about the night ahead of us. After about 20 minutes of trying
different outfits, we had both decided. I was going to wear a black knee-length
skirt and a red v-neck shirt that had a shimmering, silver heart in the center.
It was one of my favorite shirts. Bailey chose a cool blue dress with sequined
flowers. It came midway down her thigh and looked beautiful