KingofAesir
Ghostly Presence
TESS REED
"Dirt. Dirt is my life. Dirt and old stuff."
Perhaps there had been a time in her life where she would've enjoyed sitting here and listening to her father talk, but unfortunately this was not that time. If the sat here in this convenience store any longer she would be super late. Not that she was worried or anything, Tess was always late to everything so she was used to it. It would just suck to miss out on anything.
"Dad." Her father either didn't hear her or was actively ignoring her as he was still immersed in conversation with the cashier, "Dad." Tess tapped his shoulder, he shrugged her off, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose. Okay, so now she was annoyed. "Father, we are going to be late." Tess tugged on his jacket this time and that seemed to get his attention. A tanned arm lifted and he looked down at the watch around his wrist, his brown eyes widened at the time.
"Oh, dear. I'm sorry, pal." David Reed turned his sandy blonde head back to the cashier and wrapped up their conversation much to Tess's relief. David turned back to his daughter and smiled at her as they began to walk out to their idling pick-up. A brunette haired woman almost identical to Tess, save for her green eyes, sat in the passenger seat busying herself with some trinket or another. This would be Farrah Reed, Tess's mother and due to constant moving, her best friend. It was only as she climbed into the backseat of the pick-up and glanced at the illuminated numbers on the dash that she realised just how long her father had been talking. Only her father could talk to a convenience store cashier for an hour. An hour. Tess sighed as she sunk down in her seat.
"Took you two long enough." Farrah observed as she tore into her Skittles package. Tess rolled her eyes and pointed at her fatger with a scowl.
"Dad talked to the fifteen year-old cashier forever." Tess growled. David held one hand up in defense as they pulled away from the store.
"Hey, he was interested in my arrow heads." David flicked the string of arrow heads that hung around his neck, the product of one of his first digs. Tess grumbled something along the lines of, "doesn't mean you had to tell him your life story" but no one seemed to have heard her.
The camp came into view not but thirty minutes later and Tess was attempting to throw herself out of the truck before it even came to a complete stop. Her father yelled and her mother clicked her tongue ad she flew out of the vehicle, duffel bag around her shoulder. Tennis shoed feet hit the dirt and she breathed in a sigh of relief, finally a break from digging up old stuff. Tess smoothed out her tanktop and turned to tell her parents goodbye.
"Dig up something cool while you're here, pal." Her father joked, one arm hanging out of the pick-ups window. The look Tess gave him had him reeling to explain himself, "Jeez, just joking. Have fun, though." Tess nodded, smiling.
"Don't break anything trying to climb stuff. And... try to be a kid." Her mother shouted, waving as Tess walked off. With her parents behind her and this whole new adventure ahead she took off in a sprint, trying to find any sign of other campers when she turned she corner blindly and ran straight into a group of people.
"Woah, hey. Sorry. Didn't see y'all there." A distinctly Greek accent floated past her lips as she spoke. "Um, I'm Tess. Sorry I'm late, my dad has a habit of talking too much. I mean, I tried to get him to get a move on but the was to interested in telling some kid about his arrow.... and now I'm talking too much." Tess shut herself up and breathed a short laugh, rubbing the back of her neck and muttering apologize under her breath subconsciously. "Sorry."
"Dirt. Dirt is my life. Dirt and old stuff."
Perhaps there had been a time in her life where she would've enjoyed sitting here and listening to her father talk, but unfortunately this was not that time. If the sat here in this convenience store any longer she would be super late. Not that she was worried or anything, Tess was always late to everything so she was used to it. It would just suck to miss out on anything.
"Dad." Her father either didn't hear her or was actively ignoring her as he was still immersed in conversation with the cashier, "Dad." Tess tapped his shoulder, he shrugged her off, pushing his glasses up the ridge of his nose. Okay, so now she was annoyed. "Father, we are going to be late." Tess tugged on his jacket this time and that seemed to get his attention. A tanned arm lifted and he looked down at the watch around his wrist, his brown eyes widened at the time.
"Oh, dear. I'm sorry, pal." David Reed turned his sandy blonde head back to the cashier and wrapped up their conversation much to Tess's relief. David turned back to his daughter and smiled at her as they began to walk out to their idling pick-up. A brunette haired woman almost identical to Tess, save for her green eyes, sat in the passenger seat busying herself with some trinket or another. This would be Farrah Reed, Tess's mother and due to constant moving, her best friend. It was only as she climbed into the backseat of the pick-up and glanced at the illuminated numbers on the dash that she realised just how long her father had been talking. Only her father could talk to a convenience store cashier for an hour. An hour. Tess sighed as she sunk down in her seat.
"Took you two long enough." Farrah observed as she tore into her Skittles package. Tess rolled her eyes and pointed at her fatger with a scowl.
"Dad talked to the fifteen year-old cashier forever." Tess growled. David held one hand up in defense as they pulled away from the store.
"Hey, he was interested in my arrow heads." David flicked the string of arrow heads that hung around his neck, the product of one of his first digs. Tess grumbled something along the lines of, "doesn't mean you had to tell him your life story" but no one seemed to have heard her.
The camp came into view not but thirty minutes later and Tess was attempting to throw herself out of the truck before it even came to a complete stop. Her father yelled and her mother clicked her tongue ad she flew out of the vehicle, duffel bag around her shoulder. Tennis shoed feet hit the dirt and she breathed in a sigh of relief, finally a break from digging up old stuff. Tess smoothed out her tanktop and turned to tell her parents goodbye.
"Dig up something cool while you're here, pal." Her father joked, one arm hanging out of the pick-ups window. The look Tess gave him had him reeling to explain himself, "Jeez, just joking. Have fun, though." Tess nodded, smiling.
"Don't break anything trying to climb stuff. And... try to be a kid." Her mother shouted, waving as Tess walked off. With her parents behind her and this whole new adventure ahead she took off in a sprint, trying to find any sign of other campers when she turned she corner blindly and ran straight into a group of people.
"Woah, hey. Sorry. Didn't see y'all there." A distinctly Greek accent floated past her lips as she spoke. "Um, I'm Tess. Sorry I'm late, my dad has a habit of talking too much. I mean, I tried to get him to get a move on but the was to interested in telling some kid about his arrow.... and now I'm talking too much." Tess shut herself up and breathed a short laugh, rubbing the back of her neck and muttering apologize under her breath subconsciously. "Sorry."
