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"Ashley? Are you ready?" my mom's voice called from the hallway. "We've got to get going or we're going to be late."
"I'm ready," I replied as I held my cell phone up and snapped a picture. I lowered the phone back down and proceeded to post the new picture to my Facebook account along with a caption that read 'My parents are going to Paris, I get to go to my Aunt's house'.
It's not that I didn't like my aunt. She was fun, but this was Paris we were talking about. What eighteen year old girl didn't want to go to Paris for the summer. I tried to be understanding. It was my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and they didn't need me tagging along. Didn't make it suck any less.
As I stood up and started toward the door, my mom barged in. "Honey, sweetie, you need to put something on over that tank top," she said looking down at my chest and immediately heading for my closet.
I looked down and realized that she was probably right. The tank top I was wearing was having a hard time containing my breasts. It was a common problem these days. My chest had grown considerably in the last six months and my wardrobe was still lagging behind. I grabbed the shirt my mom pulled from the closet and slipped it on before following her downstairs.
An hour later, we pulled up in front of my aunt's place. Mom and dad couldn't come in, they were cutting it close as it was to make it to the airport on time, so I waved goodbye to them as I stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by suitcases and bags. When the car pulled around the corner and out of view I began gathering my bags as best I could and started up the sidewalk to my aunt's front door.
"Ashley? Are you ready?" my mom's voice called from the hallway. "We've got to get going or we're going to be late."
"I'm ready," I replied as I held my cell phone up and snapped a picture. I lowered the phone back down and proceeded to post the new picture to my Facebook account along with a caption that read 'My parents are going to Paris, I get to go to my Aunt's house'.
It's not that I didn't like my aunt. She was fun, but this was Paris we were talking about. What eighteen year old girl didn't want to go to Paris for the summer. I tried to be understanding. It was my parents' twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and they didn't need me tagging along. Didn't make it suck any less.
As I stood up and started toward the door, my mom barged in. "Honey, sweetie, you need to put something on over that tank top," she said looking down at my chest and immediately heading for my closet.
I looked down and realized that she was probably right. The tank top I was wearing was having a hard time containing my breasts. It was a common problem these days. My chest had grown considerably in the last six months and my wardrobe was still lagging behind. I grabbed the shirt my mom pulled from the closet and slipped it on before following her downstairs.
An hour later, we pulled up in front of my aunt's place. Mom and dad couldn't come in, they were cutting it close as it was to make it to the airport on time, so I waved goodbye to them as I stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by suitcases and bags. When the car pulled around the corner and out of view I began gathering my bags as best I could and started up the sidewalk to my aunt's front door.