Yeah, my day was going pretty good, well that was until I opened the front door and my cousin Erica had arrived on my doorstep. Erica was a tall scrawny blonde headed girl that was at the age of 13 and was very odd. She always had something to say that was odd, I mean I don't get why, she is just like that. As she walked into my house I had received a text from my friend Sara. As I went to go check the text, Erica grabbed me by my arm in a violent way and took me up to my room. Me, being 15, I should have pushed her away. But I just feel bad for doing it, because I think she is mental!
Now, I know you might think that's a bad thing, to just assume someone is mental, but I really do think that she is! Well, at least she acts like it. As we went up to my room she said she had to tell me something.
"I need to tell you something, it might be a bit of a shocker to you but I'm saying it anyway." She said this with vivid had motions and shaking her head making her blonde hair go out of place from its rightful form.
"Okay well just, spit it out then!" I said with having now more patience with her fool of a behaviour.
"I'm moving in with you today because my parents kicked me out of my home because I was getting into trouble."
"What! Does my mom even know about this!"
"Well no, not just yet. We can tell her at dinner when I'm unpacking my things."
"No you can't just come with out my mothers approval! Why would your parents even kick you out anyways, you are just 13 what could you have done that was so awful?"
"Well, actually my parents aren't kicking me out. It's just that I do not love them anymore so I'm leaving. Isn't that a great plan to come and live with you?!"
A good plan? This is the worst I have ever heard! Oh yes, please just come onto my doorstep asking to live with me because your parents "threw you out". What is this? She is not my charity case! She was like a lost puppy running away and can't get back now because she has ran too far away from home! Maybe I am being a little over dramatic, but I mean something like this?
"One week," I had said to her in a firm voice with my hands crossed and my eyes looking straight into hers with a mean and aggressive look in them. Although I had tried to make her be scared of me while I said this, she just was so happy that she jumped with joy and hit her head in my ceiling fan.
Now I just had to tell my mom. That's gonna be easy!
