~How Is My Life~

Chapter Six - Scolding (Sad Time)

Chapter Six - Scolding (Sad Time)

So we all got outside the house. The he put all of the food on a table. Then we sat at this lounge seat which was beside the pool and jacuzzi. We then faced the pool and jacuzzi and chatted. "So... Ummm... What do you always do on Sunday or Saturday, Alyssa?" Josh asked, looking at the light pink (or maybe peach) clouds like he's chatting with no eye contact. "Umm, on Sunday I usually go adventuring or exploring. And on Saturday I don't know what we really do that day," I replied.

Then I blushed." So how about you Kristie? What do you do on the weekends?" Josh asked.

"Hee hee," I said. Kristie looked at me like I had to kiss someone. With her huge eyes. Then she nod a no at me. Then I looked at my watch, then the clouds. Then I looked again at my watch with my huge eys and said," Oh my god!!! I'm so sorry guys, but I really have to go! Meet you tomorrow at school near my locker! Bye!"

Then I ran back home like crazy.

I opened the house door and said,"I'm home Mom!!!""Sweetie, what did I told you this morning?!" My mom said, looking at her watch." Ummm... Not to come back home later than four?" I replied, feeling scared." Yes!!! And what are you suppose to say when you did the opposite way?!" She said again." Ughhhh... SORRY!!!" I replied angrily and frustrated.

I threw my bag in the corner in my room. Then I jumped and collapsed on my bed. I groaned. "What the hey!!! Urgh. It's no fair!!! Why can't I stay with my friends longer?! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" I said. Then my Mom stalked me to my room and said," Look, honey. I just CAN'T let you stay with your friends longer than four o' clock. You KNOW that you can miss your dinner with your family!" "I know! Well then can't I just have dinner with my friends or I have my dinner myself at home?!" I said, roughly, clenching my fists with a frown. "No sweetie, you can't. We're ALWAYS having dinner together, FOREVER!" She said. "Hmm... Well then HOW COME DAD CAN HAVE HIS DINNER ALONE AT HIS WORK PLACE?!" I said. "Well then that's because your Dad finishes his work LATER than five," my Mom said, softly and kindly.

I just hate you Mom. Just get lost and stop stalking me!!! I wish I have a new Mom which is BETTER than YOU!!! Get out of my room Mom! Phew. Good thing I said that in my head. I wish my Mom was like Taylor Swift, Katy Perry or Miley Cyrus! They're better because of their names! And because they don't care about me!