The Not-So Modest Revenge of Ernestine

An unsafe situation

"Mrs. Shackleton,your daughter beat up another child." The principal told my mother. "Ernestine,why would you do this?" She continued. "Well first,Monica insulted my dead father! But when I react,oh heavens! I'm the bad guy now!" I screamed,really wanting to do round two. "Ernestine!" The principal said,standing up. "You are suspended for the rest of the week." Monica had a face of pride. "And you for three days,Monica." It was a Tuesday,so Monica and I were basically suspended for the same amount of time.

The day after tomorrow was painful. My mother was out,and came back home right after I managed to finish making her eggs and bacon. "Good morning mommy!" I cheerfully said. I poured her some coffee in an orange mug. I put the mug down on the table,and my mother sat down. I sat down my plate next to hers. "I'll make us breakfast whenever I can mom." I said. She smiled. "You're so nice honey." And she kissed my forehead.

At around 2 PM was when the nightmare began. We had got finished eating lunch,and I was coming down to play outside with Jake and Deliah. "Bye mom,I'm gonna okay with my best friends." Then a bottle was thrown across the room. I entered the kitchen,and saw my mother surrounded by empty bottles. I tripped and fell on a glass shard from a broken bottle,and it grazed my cheek. I ran out of the house,and found Deliah and Jake at the front of the store fighting over quarters with other kids. Well,Deliah was,and she seemed to be winning. And then I saw the mobsters making bets on the kids. Deliah ended up winning the quarter plus an extra quarter just for winning.

Deliah walked over to us with a look of pride. Then she noticed my cheek. "Yeesh! What happened to your cheek?" Jake asked. "I fell." I responded,putting my hand on the cheek. "Let's get you a bandaid." Deliah said,pulling a bandaid out of her first aid bag she always carried around. She wanted to be a doctor. "Thanks Deliah." I said. And my mother's drinking kept on getting worse. She didn't even appreciate me making her breakfast anymore! After a couple weeks,I stopped bothering to make her breakfast. I just handed her the alcohol at that point.

I began getting really concerned. But the more my mother kept drinking,the more the mob was in high spirits. I kept seeing it on their smug little faces. Whenever I saw them out in public after my mother had hit me,I saw a tiny smirk. I was so positive they intended for my mother to go into a big depression,and for her to take her grief out on me.

Soon I told the counselor at school. She said she would look into it. But for now,I wasn't safe in that house. But the straw that broke the camels back happened when I overheard a group of mobsters talking. They were talking about my mom. "Oh I totally rocked Ms. Shackleton last night! Didn't even put up a fight! Passed out on the carpet." I heard one brag.

That was it. I looked at my bag of potato wedges. I silently vowed that after this bag,I would never eat a potato wedge until I got vengeance.