“And we dance all night to the best song ever!” I sang at the top of my lungs.
This was an ordinary day for me, nothing different. Just me, One Direction, Netflix and white rice.
Now before you go and make your assumptions of me being Asian, let me tell you, I’m a Hispanic female living in Arizona. Do I wish I was Asian? Hell yeah, they’re tiny and cute.
“Marie! Turn that crap off!” Yelled my twin brother, Mario.
“Louder?! Okay!” I yelled back in response.
“Freaking A, Marie! I’m going to kick your ass!”
“If you can reach it!” I laughed back at him. My twin brother and I don’t look alike, at all. He’s 5’7 with light brown hair and a very light complexion. I’m 5’10 with dark hair that’s almost black and a light complexion as well.
I then heard a loud pounding on my door. I chose to ignore it and turned my music to the highest volume on my iPhone dock. There’s really no way that little boy is going to get in here. He’s tried many times before and has repeatedly failed. I don’t know why he keeps trying.
I went back to eating my white rice in peace. My loud One Direction music and the Sons of Anarchy episode that was currently streaming on my laptop. Mhh, the things I’d do to Jackson Teller.
Then something awful happened. No, not awful, the worst thing that could have possibly happened, happened. The electricity in my room went off. No One Direction, Netflix or AC.
Oh, he’s getting it now!
“MARIO! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! RUN LITTLE GUY, RUN!” I yelled while running to my door. I should have gone slower because it was a lot closer than I thought. I bumped into the door with my forehead and slightly winced at the pain. “Ouch,” I muttered.
Once I managed to open my door, I ran down the hall and started looking for my brother. Come out, come out wherever you are. I chanted in my head.
He came out of our mom’s room holding a water gun but thanks to my fast reflexes, I was able to dodge the water that was going where I was just standing.
“Haha! Short and slow! I wonder who will ever marry you!” I yelled as I started running down the stairs and bumped into my mom. Uh-oh.
“What are you doing?” She asked with a curious tone.
“Ahhhh, I’m giving Mario advice. So, you know, he has a chance with a lady one day.”
As I finished my lame attempt to save me out of this one, Mario comes rushing down the stairs with the water gun still in his arms. Oh god, please don’t. Mom swore that if she ever catches us pulling our pranks that aren’t so funny, one of us will be going to California to live with dad. I can’t stand that man; he rather have money, cars and clothes than his family.
My thought was caught off as my mom shrieks as the cold water hits her back.
“I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU GUYS TO STOP DOING THIS! Marie pack your bags and call Daniel, you’re leaving.” She yelled out while storming into her bedroom.
“But mom, it was an accident. Just let us explain...” I really didn’t want to go live with my dad.
“I wonder what magnificent excuse you will come up with. How can you possibly explain having a water gun inside the house?!”
Shit. She got me there.
“Mom, please don’t send me to go live with that poor excuse of a man.”
“I’ve warned you kids many times before not to play your games inside the house. If I can’t control you then maybe he can.”
“Alright, fine. I understand that but why do I have to be the one that’s leaving? Why can’t Mario go?”
She turned around and looked at me with disappointment in her eyes. “I’ve had enough of your games Marie, you know that. I thought maybe you would try and understand me since you’re a lady but I guess you don’t. I’m tired of having to come home from work just to find the mess you and a your brother leave behind. Pack your bags, I’ll call him.”
I turned around and went into my room. The light was on and I figured Mario turned the electricity back on in my room. I started searching for my suitcases and packed all my clothes in them. Just as I was putting my toiletries into a separate bag, Mario came in through my bedroom door. He leaned awkwardly against my desk and seemed to deeply think about what he was going to say.
“So, you’re leaving?” He finally decided to ask.
“Well I’m not packing my things for fun, dimwit.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen Em. I can talk to her, if you want.”
“Ha. Knowing you, you’ll probably just make things worse. Just, get out.”
I finished packing all my things and walked out to the kitchen where my mom was leaning against the counter.
“Ready to go?” She asked.
“Wow, didn’t know you were so eager to get rid of me. I thought it would take a couple of days.”
“No, you’re leaving tonight. In two hours to be exact. So, I suggest we start going.”
I had no friends to worry about. I wasn’t much of a social butterfly or liked talking to the kids in my age group. If anything, I’d only say bye to the librarian.
I grabbed my suitcases and headed to the car. I was going to miss my mom and brother lots but I guess this was for the better. I probably shouldn’t be accepting this so easily but what can I do?
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