“Mommy, Daddy” Oh darling call me Jenna and call your father Carlos. “Yes Jenna, anyway I was wondering, could u tell me one of your super duper stories like you always do before it gets past my bedtime. “Sure honey, let me think..I’ve got it, this one is an extra special story, and I think you’ll like it.”
*coughs to clear throat*
Ok...In the humid town of Malibu where the sun is always shining, lived two households smack down in the middle of West Huntington Avenue. The bizarre thing about that street was, there were only two houses. An even more bizarre fact was, it was just a coincident that the families living in the two houses detested one another with a burning passion.
On the left hand side of the street lived the first family. A loving Mother, a hard working Entreprenuer as a Father and their three adorable children Jayson 16, me...“I mean a girl named Jenna age 12, another coincident” and their youngest daughter Tori. This family went by the surname of The Harrisons.
There house was adored by tourists, mail men and even passersby. Mrs Harrison had planted beautiful tulips, wild roses, only the pinkest petunia’s and many more, their front yard was always described as inside of a greenhouse when people saw it. There were no mud holes, soil pits or dirt hiding in cracks of the front yard. The family was extremely rich too, they owned 3 yachts and 6 sports cars all arranged in colour order in the dad very famous indoor car museum, it was Mr Harrisons “baby’s” as he liked to call them and the families most prized possessions.
Now let me tell you who lived next door, on the right hand side of the street lived the second family. A snotty nosed mother named Tiffany, a repulsive father named Timothy and like the first family, their three once adorable children. They called their beast witch of a children Tom 17, Taylor 12 and miss bossy boots Trina age 6. This vile, cunning and delusional family went by the surname of The Thompsons. The whole families’ names really did all begin with the letter T, man they really did have an addiction.
No surprise, there house was also adored by tourists, mail men and passersby, do you want to know why, they always copied the same design that the Harrisons thought of first. They had been caught red handed a couple of times, stealing Mrs Harrison's extravagant tulips, rare roses and petunia’s that she had one first place within the Annual Malibu Flower Parade one year ago in counting.
Luckily this family owned no yachts or fancy sports cars or else that would be a real problem. One time The Harrison kids saw Mr Thompson spray painting his car a Ferrari red colour, then a sleek metallic blue, then a yellow and black bee like colour just to pretend he had as many cars as Mr Harrison, but who was he fooling, when it rained last frosty winter, the spray paint started dripping off his car making a colourful paint trail wherever he drove, it really wasn’t hard to miss.
One thing was sure, everyone from Tokyo City to Florida knew, The Harrisons and The Thompsons hated each other, wait, hate is not even the right word to describe the matter, it was more of abhorrence, revulsion, grave spitting on, that’s more like it. The strange thing is, years back if I could clearly remember, the two families actually liked each other, strange that, but it’s true. Every 1 week The Harrison kids would go for sleepovers at The Thompsons yard, Bell-mount Park every Sunday together and meet up every Thursday at their most treasured and also quite fattening milkshake bar Moo-tastic. Everything was going perfectly well, the kids couldn’t have asked for better friends, until the real WW3 began with each other’s Parents.
This whole war has been going on for 20 years now, since Jenna was 12 and Jason was 16. It’s quite sad to even say the parents have been fighting at ridiculous amounts. It's not even over something worth fighting or competing about, it really is of over the dumbest of things. There went to be the adult what example are they setting for all the kids at such young ages.
