“Attention Saben family members; it is 7:00. Wake up! It’s Sunday. Cassidy, you too!” a voice said.
My head shot up. “Seriously dad? A bullhorn?!” I yelled.
“I could’ve used Mrs. Barbada’s holy water canister.” he replied back, “Why isn’t Cassidy up yet?”
“Just give her a chance to register everything that’s happened in the past 5 minutes.” I replied, “Watch.” I whispered while counting down from 3 to 1. “I’m sorry, Mr. Officer. I didn’t mean to steal all the Nutella®! Please don’t make me go to jail; I don’t want to look like a pumpkin!” Cassidy said as she started to sob.
I walked over to her bed. She resembled a little kid who lost their mommy, and had a bad dream. Her hair was a curly, poufy mess. Don’t even get me started about her pink footie pajamas. She was even sucking on her thumb!
“Cassidy, wake up! It’s just my dad being dumb.” I said while letting out my uncontrollable laughter. My dad couldn’t contain his either.
“Huh! I’m so embarrassed. And you mean, irrational.” Cassidy stated.
My dad spoke while stifling his laughter, “Cassidy, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know all of that would happen.”
“Yeah. Like you didn’t know that all of our suitcases would be taken in California.” I asked.
“I didn’t!” he defended.
“Sure. Even after I told you after about a trillion times.”
“Mommy!”
“Mrs. Saben!”
“Bri!”
We all exclaimed as my mom entered my room. We all rushed to hug her.
“Thank you for letting me sleepover again, Mrs. Saben.” Cassidy told my mom.
“You’re welcome, Cass. Are you going to stay for breakfast?”
“Yes ma’am. The ‘exchange’ will happen at Mr. Donny’s Diner.”
My dad interrupted their conversation, “The ‘exchange?’”
“Yeah. Cassie’s going back to her mom. Duh!” I explained.
“Well speaking of Donny’s Diner, how’s that ‘thing’ with Donny and your mom? My dad asked.
“They haven’t.” Cassidy and bursted into a giggle fit.
“Weird children.” My mom said as she exited the room.
“Well get ready, take your showers, brush your teeth, fix your hair, get dressed, whatever. Both of you be ready on time.” My dad told us.
“Yes, father.” Cassidy and I said in a posh British accent. He left my room and closed the door.
“I guess I’m taking a shower first?” I asked in my normal voice, while walking to the restroom.
“I’m sorry dear sister, but I can’t let you do that.” Cassidy said again in a posh British accent, voicing concern. She tripped me as she ran to the bathroom, and locked the door.
“Cassidy, open the door!” I yelled while banging on the door!” I yelled while banging on the door.
“Sorry! I’m in the shower already!” she shouted back as the water turned on. I could see the smirk on her face. That girl.
I turned around and slid against the door. 10 minutes later, as the door opened, the ground and I met. The smooth, tiled linoleum and I met. It gave me a bruise on the back of my head.
