“One second, mother!”
“Come on! We’ve been waiting for an hour. Your grandparents are wondering why you aren’t coming to them.”
“Tell them I’m doing my math homework.”
“You can do it later. Just get over here.”
Ugh. My mom is a great person, but sometimes I wish she’d be a little more patient. Oh well. I guess I have no choice. I’ll have to go downstairs. My grandparents came to go for a walk on the bike path.
I go downstairs, and into the kitchen. My grandpa picks up the yearbook, and I explain what it is. He finds my picture, and gives it to my grandma. After looking, she then gives it to me. I put it away, but first I find the picture of Kyle Thrift and kiss it. I know it might seem weird, but I don’t care. I love everything about him, especially his reddish brown hair. I think it’s naturally red, but died brown. That might have something to do with the fact that his hair was brown last year. I also adore his joining eyebrows. I wouldn’t say it’s exactly a unibrow, because it’s not just hair.