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Voice On My Shoulder Part 2
Seconds go past as I stare at Cora’s clothes pile and decide what I want to do. I won’t get a chance like this again. A chance to ‘accidentally’ take some of her clothes to try on.
I look over my shoulder at the doorway, checking that I’m not being watched. I’m alone and I can’t even hear Mom in the kitchen next door.
My heart races as I grab hold of a laundry basket and start enacting my plan.
Sandwiching the entire pile of my sister's clothes between stacks of my own stuff, I put the basket down and check to see if it’s obvious.
“Nice,” I say to myself, knowing that none of her lacey underwear isn’t noticeable through the slits in the sides of the basket.
Standing up, I press the laundry basket closet to my chest and I let out a long breath. I feel like I’m in Ocean’s Eleven and I’m about to pull off a major heist.
Stepping out into the hallway, I feel dizzy with excitement. My mouth has gone completely dry!
Taking long strides, I buzz past the kitchen door without incident. Approaching the staircase, I take two steps at a time as I rush towards my room.
“Drew!” Mom shouts from the kitchen.
I stop dead in my tracks, frozen halfway up.
“Y-Yea….?” I nervously answer as my heart thuds wildly in my chest.
She stands in the kitchen doorway and looks up at me with a frown. “Do you have to stomp up the stairs like that!?” she complains. “Are you an elephant?”
“S-sorry,” I answer, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m just taking this stuff to my room.”
Mom shakes her head. “Maybe do it a little quieter,” She replies.
Usually, I’d answer back, but I just nod vigorously in agreement. “Will do”.
Mom’s expression quickly becomes suspicious. She narrows her eyes and stares directly at me like I’m a convict on the run that she’s recognizing from a wanted poster.
“What are you hiding?” she asks suspiciously, pointing a finger of accusation in my direction.
Going bright red, I glance at the clothes in the laundry basket and hope to the gods she doesn’t check.
“N-nothing,” I reply with a voice crack.
Not wanting her to ask any further questions, I give her a wry smile and continue walking up the stairs.
Out of sight, I breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing my open door, I rush towards it.
Gently closing my door, I place the laundry basket on the bed. Throwing off all my boring clothes, I dig into the small pile of my sister's stuff I’ve taken.
My eyes grow wide with excitement as I pull out several garments I’m interested in trying on. A pair of her leggings. A matching bra and underwear set. A pair of denim shorts, a couple of tops, and that pleated skirt.
Grinning wide, I know I want to at least try something on!
But, do I start small or do I try on one of the larger items first!?