youth's journal **SHORT VERSION**

day six

ah, the weekend!

though, I won't be spending it like most kids my age.

here's my plan;

• go to the music shop at 11:00 A.M.

• help Amanda open up the shop.

• draw the posters Mr. Muse asked me to do.

• if approved by Amanda, hang them up.

• collect my money (for working the week, and the weekend).

• help customers, do what I can.

• close the shop with Amanda.

• walk home, make dinner, get mom to bed, clean up any messes, got to sleep.

TA-DA!! my plan.

anyways, so when me and Amanda got to the music shop, we opened up and turned on the speakers, playing; Killer by The Ready Set. anyways, I went and got my pencil crayons and paper, making the poster that Mr. Muse wanted me to do.

here's what it said;

                                                                              " 5th annual of                                                                                       Mr. Muse's Music Shop festival

• enjoy all kinds of music with friends and family.

• for all ages!

• Ft. Set it off, Get scared and more!"

and it had small writing saying things like (scattered randomly);

live music! or Free food!

anyways, it was a lot of fun to make, and then once I showed it to Amanda (who started squealing and jumping around saying "love it! love it! love it! so colorful! it has rainbows! WORD ART!!!") and then printed a few out, sticking them around the shop and a few on the windows.

"done!" I yelled when I was finished my 'poster task'. Amanda got my money and put it in my wallet, putting that into her purse and then told me to remind her it was in there. after that, I swept and helped any customers that came to me. after about five hours of goofing around with Amanda and acting 'professional' when customers came in, and cleaning whatever mess they left, me and Amanda closed down the Shop and walked home. when we got to the front door, Amanda handed me my money and I started up the steps, when I was about to open the door, it swung open and my 'mother' was standing there (looking like a wild animal with her messy black hair and heavy breathing -if you can even call it that, more like gasping...-) absolutely furious over something.

I don't really know how to explain it, but this is sort of how it happened;

"YOU LITTLE BRAT,"

"mom, what's going on?" -I stepped in front of Amanda-

"YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE ME, LIKE YOUR BROTHER DID!"

"what? mom, I'm not going to leave you."

"GET INSIDE, NOW!"

I stepped in, not letting Amanda come in when she followed. I motioned for her to go and that I would call her. she nodded and went down the front steps.

when I turned around I was met with a hand slapping me across the face. "HER? THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO REPLACE ME WITH?!"

"no! mom, I would never replace you!"

"LIAR!"

another slap, then a punch, kicks, punches, slaps, screaming, blackout.

'i wonder if I left my window open, that maybe Peter pan would come and save me'

- Sally Sokoto