" Andrea!!" Mom yelled at me from the kitchen window. I get up from the flower bed in our backyard and run inside. I sit down at the dinner table awaiting my family's arrival. I hear my brothers massive feet come bursting down the stairs. As he enters the kitchen mom notices that there are shoes on his feet.
" Alex how many times do I have to tell you, no shoes in the house." I laugh at him as he takes his shoes off slowly. He gives me an annoyed look, but I ignore him. As he sits down for dinner dad pulls into the garage with little Allen in the back seat. He's most likely singing to Broadway show tunes, this weeks obsession Wicked.
They get out of the car right as mom pulls her amazing casserole out of the oven. God it smells so delicious, I can feel my mount begin to water.
Mom sits down at the table, along with my dad and Allen. We sit in silence. Our family has an unbelievable problem with creating conversations.
"So how was everyone's day?" Mom ask's.
"It was ok." Dad says. " Andrew is riding my ass again about these end of the year oddit's."
"I'm sorry hunny, but pretty soon it will all be over." She says in a calm and cool voice. "How was your day Andrea?"
"It was ok, I guess." I say as I stare blankly at my food.
"What happened?" My mom ask's.
" I'm not in the mood to talk about it, also may I be excused?" I ask as I begin to get up.
"Um sure hunny." I run upstairs to my room and begin to cry. Andy, Andy was what's wrong.
