Don't Let Me Down

~Chapter 1~

I sat there in the corner crying over my spilled lemonade. My once perfect cup of lemonade fell and coated the floor in its sugary goodness.

"Oh for heavens sake Alexandra don't be such a baby." my mom said while getting the mop from the kitchen. I nodded and tried to stop crying. I really did, but come on, that was some perfectly good lemonade that just got wasted because my dog surprised me by suddenly running in front of me. I rubbed my eyes and willed myself to stop crying. My mom just ignored me and cleaned up my mess then went to her room and shut the door. After a 5 minutes or so I finally stopped crying. I wanted more lemonade, but I was afraid my mom would get angry if I spilled it again so I grabbed the next best thing- ice cream.

Now I know I shouldn't be having all this sugar, but hey I was 6 years old and I liked sugar too much. Sue me.

So there I went, into the kitchen in search of my favorite ice cream  flavor, cookies and cream. My mouth watered at the thought of that perfectly good ice cream in my mouth. I opened the freezer, luckily my dad had insisted that he and my mom buy those fridge's with two doors so I could easily access food if I wanted it, and went through the freezer in search of my ice cream. I had to push past all those disgusting things my mom likes to call vegetables. Yuck. I shivered at the memory of when I fist tried them. I instantly threw them out of my mouth and into the garbage. Vegetables were evil. I knew my mom would hide the ice cream behind the evil food.

I smiled and did a little triumphant dance when I found what I was looking for. Hershey's Cookies and Cream ice cream. I grabbed a spoon and went outside to the little swing set my dad set up for me in the back yard  and proceeded to eat my ice cream in peace just watching the squirrels run to and fro. About an hour later I was done with the whole pint of ice cream and I knew I should rid the evidence before my mom found out I ate the ice cream all by myself.

"Alexandra Thea Jones. Where is the ice cream?!" I heard my mom yell from inside the house. Whoops, busted.  I looked from the empty ice cream container to the house. I was so in for it now. My mom knew I had a real bad sweet tooth and she's been trying to get me away from sweets.

I entered the house cautiously. My mother stood there hands on her hips and foot tapping the ground angrily. I hid the empty ice cream container behind me and held my head down in shame. "Give it to me." was all she said.

I slowly came forward and coughed up the evidence. I heard her sharp intake of breath and cringed. "You ate it all? As in all this, by yourself?!" She threw the container to the ground in anger and dragged my upstairs all the way to my room. Lets just say my butt was very sore for a couple of hours and I was punished with no dinner for the night. I cried and cried and told my mom I was sorry, but she wouldn't listen. I promised to never do it again, but honestly we both knew that was a lie. I liked- no loved food too much. It was a truth that would bring misfortune my way for the rest of my life.