“Come on girls, pack your bags. We’re going on a vacation!” I awoke with a start as Dad burst into the room I shared with my twin sister Brooke.
“Dad,” Brooke and I moaned in unison.
“Oh girls cheer up. I thought the two of you, of all people would enjoy an island resort.”
“We’re up.” We both jumped out of bed.
It was then that I got a good look at my dad. He was wearing one of those cheesy tourist getups with the floral shirt and khaki shorts. Not to mention the odd lack of beard and glasses.
“Dad, what have you done?” I gasped.
Dad smiled. “What, don’t you like my new look?”
I thought that over. “Well, looking past the hideous clothes it’s not too bad.”
“Regardless, hurry up and pack, we leave in an hour.”
“Well then, out, out, out.” Brooke shrieked.
“Alright, alright I’m leaving.” Dad put his hands in the air as he backed out the door. Brooke rushed to close it.
“You heard him Blair, let’s get moving.”
I nodded.
Then, it was an all out raid. Brooke rushed to find an empty sketchbook, her good drawing pencils, our hiking and climbing gear, as well as my favorite books, my spare supply of note books, and every writing utensil known to man. I on the other hand, packed enough clothes and bathing suits to last us a year. Ah, the wonders of vacations.
Within minutes Brooke and I were pounding down the stairs, each of us carrying a bulky suitcase.
“We’re ready.” Brooke and I rang out as we tromped down the stairs, our bags clunking along the walls.
“Finally,” Mom joked. She sat in her usual La-Z-Boy. She too looked different. Instead of her long brown hair she had cut it short and dyed it blonde over night.
“Mother your hair!” Brooke’s uncharacteristic squeal made Mom’s hand fly instinctively to her hair.
“Jeez Louise, you two are rude ?this morning.” Dad joked.
“Well you guys are getting spontaneous changes and there is only one thing to say to that, we want in.”
Mom and Dad smiled. “Sure.”
Brooke and I looked at each other in wonder. A thought bubble formed between us. It read: What did they say? They are actually going to give us makeover? Could this day get any weirder?
“So, what do you want to do? Dye your hair?” Mom’s smile grew.
We nodded.
An hour later, Brooke and I were on our way to the airport with our new hairdos. Brooke went with a deeper brown than she had in the beginning whereas I went with a bleached blonde with rainbow streaks. ‘Nothing like a new do to go with a new adventure,’ as Mom had put it.
Now it was off to the island.
And I believe it should be a comma at the end ("...this morning," Dad joked.) instead of a period.
