Page 48 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

And I barely woke up early in the morning because, normally,
Myra came to wake me up anytime I overslept. That happens because

I sometimes stay up late. So I wouldn’t really call myself an early bird.

“I wouldn’t take that as a compliment, Uncle Eddie. But why’re
you here alone? Where’s everyone?”

He leaned back on the couch. “Your parents and sister have gone
to a conference meeting at Myra’s activity club, using a cab. And I was

asked to take care of you while they’re there.”
I crossed my feet together, sitting stiffly on the couch. Uncle Eddie

noticed my expression, and his eyes roamed over me.

“Are you okay, Kandis?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, still not moving.

“You look frozen. You normally roam around the house and jump

up and down anytime I’m here. Why does it feel quiet now? You’re not
quiet around me.”

I sighed, not sure if I should tell Uncle Eddie the truth. Would he
even care? He barely knew Jayson—and had only met him once or

twice. So did Jayson. I didn’t know if it was a really good idea to tell
him my problems.

“I… I don’t know. There’s a reason I’m playing the part of the

quiet, strange girl right now. But I’m not sure if I can tell you—or
anyone—the problem I’m having.”

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now, “I’m your uncle for a reason.
I’m not just here to crack jokes and play the over-the-top funny guy.

You can tell me your secrets—anything you need to say.”

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