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Comfy Scooby-Doo pajamas and a severe case of bed head for me was the usual morning routine. As I walked down the stairs, I listened for the sound of the news as if I even watched it. No Channel twelve, no Goodmoring America, not even sounds of the weather report played as I approached the last step. Checking through the house the kitchen was untouched, the beds of my mother and sisters perfectly made. The only traces of inhabitants were me and a small sticky note on the counter that read five words of pure freedom, “We’ll be back home later.” Not only would I be free to do what I wanted, but also able to get away with it. That feeling of freedom was a kid’s best dream, but for me I believe that type of power caused my worst nightmare.…show more content…
It’d been about an hour before my sister cam into our room shuffling through drawers. She pulled out a bright blue bathing suit and began to put it on. I ecstatically asked were we going to the pool while racing to get mine from the drawer. She grabbed my arm jerckng me from the drawer. “No, no, no, I’m going to the pool. You’re staying here.” “But, that’s not fair!” I whined. “The fair comes in October, worry about it then.” I huffed and ran down stairs to beg my mother to let me go as my sister ran behind me to beg to do the opposite. As we approached my mother she quickly got off the phone before being drowned in pleas that did nothing but put her in a confusion. “Ma, please can I go?” “Ma, I’m not taking her,”my sister looked at me daring me to ask again. I did. “Kenlsa, take your sister.” “But ma, all my friends are there, and I don’t want to have to look after her.”
began my victory dance which was cut short when my mother said, “You won’t have to watch her because she’s not allowed to get in the pool.” “But, Ma!” “No, you can’t expect to misbehave and get rewarded later.” I pouted, “Can I at least put my feet in the water?” “That’s all you can do.”
