It's In the Bag
No trigger warnings. Kept it short, sweet and light-hearted. Hope somebody enjoys!
“What,” I mutter back to Madge who is bellowing down at me from upstairs. I can only imagine what she wants now. She’s the one planning this trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina, but I seem to be getting stuck with all the last minute errands that go with it.
I don’t even want to go on this trip. I have too many other things I could be doing with my next-to-last week of summer and it’s called working. Earning money. Getting paid. I don’t have parents paying my way through college or paying for me to go on fun vacations with my friends, so how Madge talked me into going; I’ll never know.
“Katniss,” Madge says as she tumbles down the stairs, stopping short as soon as she sees me. “Wait, are you really wearing that to the beach?