I can’t believe anything. First, Rosie asked me for help, then I got in trouble because of a chicken bone, and now, I’m grounded. I slumped onto my bed and picked up my favourite book. It’s called mischief and mayhem; I’ve read it like 4 times now. I turned the page, and even before I finished it, I heard a knock on the door. The knock had a rhythm that made me immediately know who it was. “Go away, Rosie,” I muttered.
“Mum's calling you,” answered her squeaky voice.
“Then tell her I’m asleep” I snapped.
“But you’re not asleep, and Mum can probably hear you."
“The whole world could hear for all I care,”
I replied. Rosie laughed and said something about tacos, then ran down the stairs yelling, “Muuuuuuuummm!”
I sighed, took a sip of water, and got ready to be told off. My door opened to reveal a mother who was not to be messed with. She pointed a bony finger at the living room and walked there. Casually, I followed. Mum sat on the armchair and gestured at the chair next to her. I sat down as I was told and waited to be told off. After 3 hours of being shouted at, Mum told me to make breakfast, and I nearly laughed. Did she know what the time was? It was three, and I wasn’t even hungry. I slumped up to my room and shut the door. I didn’t know why, but anger coursed through my veins for Rosie. I swallowed back my resentment and took a breath. My phone dinged, meaning I had a message. It was from Sophie, my best friend, this is how the conversation went:
Sophie: Hi u good.
Me: Ye u
Sophie: Good
Sophie: Wanna come to the park? The whole school coming.
Me: Can't
Sophie: Why?
Me: Chicken bone.
Sophie: Whaaatt!
Me: Embarrassing, sorry
Sophie: No problem, see ya.
Me: Bye
I sighed and dropped my phone on my bed. I couldn’t believe why it was me that always got into trouble. It was so annoying. At that moment, there was a knock at the door, and my mum entered. She was dressed as if she was going to dinner with the king and queen. She might have been the queen for all I care, but she wasn’t.
“Hi, Mum,” I muttered.
“Hi, sweetie, get changed. We’re going to your cousins."
“I’m not coming, mum. You guys can go, though."
“Why honey?"
“I’m grounded, remember.”
"Oh, perhaps I didn't make myself clear: Get your (insert rude word) in the car.”
I sighed and opened my wardrobe while mum left my room I absolutely hate going to my cousins because their house is terrible. It doesn’t have a TV or junk food. When we go there, it's always to celebrate easter, Christmas, and more. They lived in the countryside, and we lived right in the middle. It's like 2 hours in a car, and I don’t feel like being cooped up in a tiny car with Rosie. I should probably wear a dress because it’s always hot at their place. "After getting dressed, I went downstairs to see what was happening; Rosie seemed to be crying because she couldn’t have cheese, and Mum and Dad were arguing about whether or not they should bring our swimming kits. Nobody even noticed me; it was like I was invisible; that would have been cool. I put my shoes on, sat on the couch, took out my phone and played a few games. Then, finally, Mum noticed me, “Honey, what are you doing here?” What type of question was that? Was it not her who told me where we were going?
“Er…… I’m ready to go to my cousins.”
“Ohhhhhh. I remember…. is everybody ready to go?” Mum asked.
“I want cheese!” screeched Rosie, tears pouring down her face.
“No, Rosie, you’ll have some when we get there.”
Rosie screeched again and started bawling so loud I thought my eardrums would shatter. Rosie picked up her teddy and threw it on the floor,
“FINE YOU’LL GET CHEESE!” Mom finally cracked.
Rosie stopped her tantrum, wiped her eyes, then picked up a massive block of cheese and stuffed it in her mouth. Dad picked up the car keys, and off we went to my cousins.
It's a bit random, but I have a very important question: Why is my life so horrible? I wish I had a penny for every time I got in trouble for something I didn't do. To be honest, I'd probably be a millionaire... actually, probably not. Ugh! Rosie started singing one of her rubbish songs from school. Why, oh why, was I not born an only child.
Finally, we arrived. Rosie fell asleep due to exhaustion from tantalising singing. I'm tired too, so I'm going to bed when I find one... Oh yes! There are only 2 guest rooms: one double bed for my parents and one single bed for Rosie and me to fight over. Since Rosie is asleep, she won't be as alert, so that bed is basically mine. "Okay, girls, you can get ou-" I leapt out the window and ducked under Aunt Sharon's arms. Dashing up the stairs, I turned one corner and threw open the door before jumping and landing in the bed. "Yes!" I screamed. Finally, something was mine, but I wanted to sleep, which I did.
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