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Posted by Sharpygreencatgirl, Dec 4, 2010. 1445 views. ID = 4188

The Day Before Thanksgiving (part 3)

Posted by Sharpygreencatgirl, Dec 4, 2010. 1445 views. ID = 4188
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The next morning I woke up later than expected. It was Simon who woke me.
“T , mom wants you to help her get the turkey.”
Finally I got out of bed, took a shower and got ready for the day. When I went down stairs my mom and grandmother were eating, putting on makeup and looking for their purses.
“Teagan!” my mom said. “I thought you weren’t going to come down. Your grandmother and I are going to get our turkey. Wanna come?”
“Hmmmmm….I am a vegetarian, ya know?”
“Well, so are we.” Grandmother Bet said, making a good point. Plus, I had nothing better to do.
“Okay. I’ll come.”
“It should only take twenty or so minutes.” My mom said once we were in the car. I got bored quickly. We drove past pretty houses and frosty fields for a long long time. Our conversations pretty much consisted of “Oooh! Horses!” and “We should remember that stump as a land mark.” and “Suze, remember that time when you were eight and…”
After about an hour we’d reached a small, free range, organic farm. Mom was saying how the farmer had run for mayor a good 10 years ago and was a very highly respected Michigan citizen. She went on and on about this ladies people skills and life accomplishments.

Finally we pulled into the driveway. My mom and I got out of the car and walked towards a small run down looking farm house. As we approached we saw turkeys roasting in little pits, piles of junk ( rags, machinery, old furniture etc.) and a group of kittens eating a chicken head!

“OhmaGOD mom, they’re eating a CHICKEN HEAD!” I shrieked, just as a woman walked out the door. The woman gave me a hard look. I shuddered and glanced at my mom. She was obliviously examining a potted cactus. The woman cleared her throat and mom looked up.

She came closer and I gave her the “Manhattan Once Over”. She was, to be plain, grimy and gross. Her hair was oily, matted and looked like it hadn’t been brushed in weeks. Her teeth were brown and her face had a yellow tint to it. Here clothes were a whole other story; they were covered in food splotches, dirt and dust. “Ewwwww” I wanted to say. No wonder she hadn’t been mayor.

Sheesh, Teagan! I told myself Don’t be so mean!
It’s true though… I thought.


She and my mom started talking about the turkey. I was getting cold. “Here ya go.” The lady handed me a sack with our 18 pound turkey in it. “When I was your age I gobbled Thanksgiving turkeys up so fast that we had to buy two.”
“I’m actually a vegetarian.” I blurted
“heheheh…” she chuckled as if she thought it was a joke.
“You can take that to the car T.” my mom said.
“Nice to meet you!!!” I turned around and stumbled to the car with this giant dead bird.

When I was little I’d been a vegetarian. Around my fourth birthday I had been diagnosed with SEVERE SEVERE food allergies. Part of our new diet involved us eating meat. My Dad said that after we started the diet, whenever I met someone I’d say “Do you eat dead animals?” I’d always thought that was amusing, but in the last few years I’ve converted back to vegetarianism and sometimes find myself asking “Do you eat dead animals?”

Back in the car with Grandmother Bet, I warmed up and we started talking about previous Thanksgivings. “Never have Thanksgiving with any of your ex-husbands!” she said. She’s had four or five of them. “I don’t plan on having any ex-husbands!” I said indignantly. She laughed and said something about me being so young and naïve. Whatever.
Before going shopping mom and grandmother Bet dropped me off at Hallie’s. “Attack!!!!!!!” Hallie’s eight year old brother, Allen, rammed into me as I walked in the door. “Sorry” Hallie said as she walked into the entryway. “Allen.” She addressed her brother. “LEAVE!!!” Allen stuck out his tongue at us and didn’t leave. “I have the paper’s you need to print. Do you have the science stuff?” Hallie led me through the living room over to the computer. “Yep, I got them!” I said.

We started printing the fundraising papers I needed from her and went into the kitchen. “I’m hungry,” Hallie said “Let’s have cake!!!”
“Good plan. Hey, do you happen to have any mineral water????” mineral water was my all time favorite thing, besides maybe my friends and family. “Yep!”
After generous servings of cake and multiple glasses of mineral water we were laughing and goofing around like the idiots we were. Allen was watching us from the door way and kept rolling his eyes and saying “Silly Girls!!”


Later that afternoon when I got home some guests had arrived, Jason and Frida that is. It’d met Jason’s girlfriends before. They were always pretty, outgoing and charming. Not exactly the prom queen type but most definitely not a nerd or anything of the sort! I saw them lounging on the couch as soon as I walked in. Matt was looking nice as usual grinning his big white grin and Frida as she said something. Frida was big. Not fat, just wide and muscular. She had messy black hair and was eating French fries and coffee. I’d never seen a French fry in our household before! She was wearing sweatpants and a giant tee. She looked nice if a bit intimidating.

It seems that usually my first impressions of people are total crap but this time I hit the bull’s eye .


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bookwormj
Dec 4, 2010
Love the "do you eat Dead Animals?" bit! Too you-ish!!
   ~Posted by bookwormj, Dec 4, 2010



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