Jolie

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When I get home, Dad is at the table, doing some paperwork while Papa cooks. I try to run up the stairs, hoping they dont hear me,  but Papa yells, saying, "Jolie Wren Di Solace, get your ass down here!"

  I groan, but walk into the kitchen. He stops cooking, turning toward me. He says, "Give the phone. Now." I roll my eyes a little, but hand it to him, watching as he puts it in the cabinet on top of the fridge, knowing I could never reach it with a chair. I groan a little at that, but he turns back to me and says, "Now go upstairs and do your homework."

    I turn around, walking back to the stairs, then slam my door as I walk into my room. A while later, when I'm done with my homework, Michael, my annoying little brother, peeks his head into my room. "Imagine being grounded.", he says aggravating me a little. I glare back at him, saying "Imagine having a broken tablet."

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