IM 13, and I wrote this this morning!. I wanted to know if it is any good, and if not, what I can do to change it!.
In the beginning!.!.!.oh, long before that, there was a woman!. A foolish woman, who decided to fall in love with a man!. A man that she knew she would never have!.
And that woman was me!.
1!.
The rain beat hard against the windows of my sixth period classroom!. I could hear the wind howling outside!. I hoped this weather would settle down a little by the time school got out, since I had to ride my bike home, and I had no desire to get soaked!. Just then, the bell rang!.
"Have a nice weekend class, and dont forget to!.!.!." but I never heard the end of what Mrs!. Spitell was saying, because I was already out the door and heading outside!.
I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head, closed my eyes, and ran outside into the pooring rain!. Why hadn't I brought my umbrella!? Hadn't I known it was suppose to rain!?
Oh thats right, I couldn't have known, since my little sister Jessica was watching cartoons this morning, instead of letting me watch the news!.
Jessica is nine, but she still acts like she is seven!. Being the oldest sibling is not as easy as it seems!. For instance, I always have to babysit instead of being able to go out on the weekends!. This would be such a huge inconveniance, if I had somewhere to go and friends to go with!. But since I don't, there really isn't any reason for mom to hire a babysitter!.
I unlocked the front door and stepped into the warmth of the front hall!. I was, for once, glad to be home!. I saw that mom was not home yet!. Walking into the kitchen, I noticed a folded piece of paper taped to the microwave!. It was a note from mom:
Brenda,
I need you to watch Jessica for a few hours tonight!. I'm working late again!.
There are some leftovers in the fridge!. Just pop them in the microwave!.
I should be home by 10!. You know the rules!.
Love,
Mom
I sighed!. Another Friday ruined!. Mom worked late almost every weekend, so I dont know why this came as a surprise to me!. Walking over to the refrigerator, I tried to remeber what we had had for dinner the night before!. I hoped it was something that Jessica liked!. She could be such a little brat when she didn't
get what she wanted!. I opened the door!. On the first shelf, there was a small container of macaroni and cheese and cut up hot dogs!. Revolting!. I don't see how people can eat that stuff!. I kept looking!. There was a package of unopened turkey!. Sandwhiches it is, I thought!. Just then, Jessica walked in!. "Where's Mom!?" she asked!. "She's working late!. I'm watching you tonight," I replied, annoyed!. She shot me a dirty look!. Oh, here we go!
"I don't need someone to watch me! I'm 9 and I can take care of myself!" Jessica shouted as she stormed out of the room in an angry huff!. I tried to remember if I had ever been like this at her age!. I decided that I hadn't!.
I closed the door to the refrigerator and climbed the stairs to my room!. I walked in and set my things down by my desk!. Sitting down in the comfy chair, I dug around in my backpack until I found my math homework!. Adding and subtracting integers!. Not my favorite!. In fact, the whole subject of math wasn't exactly my favorite!. I didn't hate it!. Well, not that much anyway!.
At about 7:30, I was done with all my homework!. But before I could turn my laptop on, my door swung open!. Jessica stood there, hands on her hips, glaring at me!.
"Were you planning on making dinner!?" she asked coldly!.
"Oh, so now you need someone!? What happened to taking care of yourself!?"
She rolled her eyes!.
"Fine," I replied, "go finish up your homework and I'll come get you when dinner's ready!."
She left the doorway and I got up to go to the kitchen!. Pulling out the turkey, I searched for some mustard and mayo to put on the sandwiches!. I found some in the very back!. I walked over to the counter and prepared dinner, addind a side of potato chips!. I walked up the stairs and down the hall, opening Jessica's door!. She was laying on her bed, headphones on, bobbing her head along to the beat!. "Dinner!." I said, holding out the plate!. She took the plate and looked down at what was on it!.
"Sandwhiches!?" she asked, her eyebrows raised!. "This is your idea of a dinner!?"
"Yes, actually, it is!. It's a good source of protein," I replied, happy with myself for thinking of such a good comeback to that remark!. Usually I can't think of anything to say until a few hours after the conversation has already taken place!.
"I'm on a diet!. I can't eat this!." Jessica said!.
"Then make your own stupid dinner!" I shouted, sick and tired of her whining!. I grabbed the plate from her hands, and slammed the door behind me on the way out!.
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