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          “Welcome to L.A,” the pilot’s raspy voice echoed over the intercom.

        He had said that same thing five minutes ago, and another thing about L.A’s weather ten minutes ago. I was really getting tired of him and his voice. I mentioned this to my mom, but instead of sympathizing with me, she gave a look. I don’t really know how to describe her look, but it was one of those looks, the one that only a mom can give. It said just be quiet and ignore him and leave me alone, OR ELSE!! I was about to roll my eyes back at her because that’s the kind of look I give. The look only a daughter can give, but unlike a mother cannot always get way with it. Anyway, I decided to keep my eyes to myself because there were some really cool things I heard you could do in Los Angles. Plus, I wanted lots of souvenirs.

          Now I don’t want you to think I’m selfish, because I’m not. The souvenirs weren’t for me, they were for my friends. And you see, I kind of promised a lot of people that I would bring them something. And by a lot of people I kind of mean all of my teachers, my nine ‘bffs’, my boyfriend, my seven ex-boyfriends, and something for my softball team. So you see I had a lot of people to consider, and I definitely needed to stay on my mom’s good side. Oh, and I kind of said that I wouldn’t get them just a keychain or something cheap, but I kind of promised everyone t-shirts and sweatshirts and those kind of expensive things. Now I thought that everyone would forget about my promises and I would be able to get myself out of this mess, but that didn’t happen. The last day before spring break my best friend ever handed me a list of all forty-two people and their shirt sizes. Now I definitely didn’t have an excuse for not bringing anything back. So you see, I was already going to have a hard time explaining to my mom why I needed so many souvenirs, and if she decided I was being “mouthy” or “disrespectful”, I would have an even harder time explaining to my friends why I didn’t get them anything. Also, if I broke my promise I know longer would be the most popular girl in school, and we can’t have that happening. So I definitely had to be on my best behavior.

          “Kaylee,” my mom called snapping me back to reality.

          “What,” I snapped back in my “what do you need that so important” tone. My mom just stood there for a second, before I realized what I had done. “I’m sorry mother, you called my name? Would you like to take those bags for you?” I quickly added in my “I’m a princess, please forgive me” tone. Wow, this whole being nice thing was going to be hard.

          “I forgive you,” my mom spoke, as if she could read my mind. “Now please pay attention before we get lost. And before you waste all your energy on buttering me up with your pretend sweet attitude, the answer is no. So you better start coming up with some excuses for you friends.”

          She knew me too well. “But mom,” I started, “I already prom--.”

          “Well you shouldn’t have made promises you can’t keep, Kaylee. And don’t even try your “But mom I have a list” excuse or your “But mom I’m the most popular girl in school” or my favorite “But mom, It will effect my grade if I don’t get my teachers something.”

          Dang it, she knew me way too well. “But mom,”

          “Kaylee just don’t even waste your time trying to convince me, the answer is no and that’s final. You can make an excuse; you’ve done it before. Personally I would just tell them the truth, but I know you don’t want to do that.”

          “But mom, I’m out of excuses.”

          “I find that hard to believe Kaylee. Besides you’re creative you’ll think of something. Now help me with these bags, we need to check in.”

          “Fine,” I grumbled and started toward the front desk.

 

          “Hi how may I help you?” the lady at the front desk greeted us cheerfully. I looked at her nametag and saw her name was Sara. The same as my best friend, or now due to my mom my ex best friend.

          “We have a reservation, the name is Jessica Williams.”

          “Okay Mrs. Williams, let me check.” I saw Sara typing busily on the keys. Then she got the weirdest look on her face and started typing frantically. I think my mom saw Sara’s expression also.

          “Is everything ok?”

          “Um actually no. You see for some reason your reservation is not showing up. Are you sure you made reservations?”

          “Of course I’m sure I made them. There is a huge group of us here for a company party. I paid in advance also.”

          “I’m sure you did Mrs. Williams, but do you happen to have a receipt or any evidence?”

          My mom was furious now. “No I don’t, I paid over the phone. We are here for my husbands work and they promised us that.”

          Sara cut my mom off. “Now let’s be reasonable Mrs. I’m sure it was a misunderstanding, and your husbands work booked you a hotel. Just not this one“

          “No it was this one. Why do you keep saying its not?”

          “I’m sorry Mrs. Williams, we are completely booked, there’s a huge party this weekend, and you don’t have a reservation. You need to leave.”

                  “Fine, but my husbands work will be contacting you and so will my lawyer.” My mom grabbed our luggage and stormed out. I ran after her trying to comprehend what had just happened. I guess it wouldn’t be that hard coming up with an excuse for my friends after all.  I could just do what my mom suggested. Tell them the truth.