-Jessie
Jay and my dad still weren’t talking. It was awkward and I was always stuck in the middle. Stupid Reyes was still getting on my nerves so overall, life was shit, annoying and boring.
It was about midnight and I was still awake. I'm sure I had been suffering from insomnia, I just couldn’t sleep. I refused to go to the doctors because I hate going to all those medical places. My stomach started to growl so I made my way downstairs. I heard quite rustlings of plastic bags and light footsteps. I froze and picked up the first thing I saw. An umbrella. I switched on the kitchen light and something moved so fast that I only saw its shadow. I dropped the umbrella and jumped onto the kitchen counter.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed so loud people in Australia could here. There came a tumbling down the stairs and in walked Jay rubbing his bum.
“Shit man, why you screaming?” He grumbled, obviously still half asleep.
“Which one of you dirty fuckers have been leaving food around the house? It was you init?” I pointed an accusing finger at him.
“What the fuck you talking about?”
“There’s a fucking rat in the house!” I shouted.
“Don’t lie!” he shouted back as he jumped on the chair.
“Does it look like I'm fucking lying?” I growled, frustrated.
“Why are you lot shouting and swearing in my house”? My dad asked, walking into the kitchen, scratching his head.
“Daddy, there's a rat in here.” I whined.
“Ah lie yuh a tell!” My dad said in shock, looking around to see where it was. Idiot, obviously he’s not gonna see it. “Weh it garn?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Somewhere over there.” I pointed to the cupboards in the far corner. My dad walked over to the broom and picked it up. Jay started laughing.
“Why you going on like were in Jamaica? What's the broom going to do?” That's the first time Jay had spoken to dad in about two weeks. “And anyway it’s probably just a defenceless, little mouse.”
I kissed my teeth. “So why you standing on the chair?”
“I said it’s probably just a defenceless, little mouse. Probably being the keyword.”
“Ah di same rassclart ting. Dem both have eye, nose, teet and one long tail.” I started bussing up so hard that tears were coming out my eyes.
“You know dad!”
“And why is my fucking umbrella on the floor. Do you know how much that cost? It’s not one of those Primark umbrellas that you roll street with, you know. It’s a very expensive umbrella.”My dad rambled still waiting for the rat to come out. I and Jay rolled our eyes.
“Whatever dad.” I mumbled.
“I'm hungry.” Jay complained.
“And this is why we have this problem. You eat to flippin much. And you don't even clean up after yourself. PIG!” Jay kissed his teeth.
“I’ll show you what a Pig is, if you keep running your mouth.” I made a funny face at him and he mimed bitch. I screwed him.
“Dad, I don't know how you do this in Jamaica, but in England we use mouse traps. Go and buy some.”
“Alie Jessie.” Jay said adding his two pence.
“Yuh see any shop open dis time ah night?” I groaned.
