Chapter 5
Quote of the day:
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.-Evelyn Beatrice Hall
Passage of the day:
Forgive the things you are holding against one another. Forgive, just as the Lord forgave you.-Colossians 3:13
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"Amara Hope Jackson, explain yourself this instant!" She yelled. Which of course caused everyone to look at us. Ok not everyone just a LOT of people.
"Jeez Aunt May no need to be so loud!" I mutter under my breath, it was a good thing too. Because if she had heard that she would've chopped my head off, gotten on a bloody helicopter and threw my body (or head I'm not really sure) from it. Doing all that with my parents consent. Ok... I may or may not be exaggerating. You never know with Aunt May.
"Come here this instant!" She demands. And of course being the nice niece I am, I grudgingly approached her, ok I wasn't being nice I just really valued my life. But before approaching her I told Savannah my final message.
"Savannah if I die tell my family I love them and never forget me!" I dramatically whispered
"Don't worry I'll make sure they know. Your service will forever be remembered farewell good soldier!" She said giving me a salute. And with that we parted ways.
As I got there I realized people were still watching. "Nothing to see here people! Go back to minding your own business!" I spat. To which my Aunt gave an infuriated look. But hey sat least they turned away.
"Amara you do NOT, I repeat do NOT scream at my guest! It's bad enough you were late. You need to learn some manners young lady!" She screamed. I'm pretty sure people could still hear her but they don't bother looking. Talk about being such a hypocrite, one minute she's telling me not to shout and learn some manners and the next she starts screaming and starts forgetting about her own manners. Oh wait I don't think she has any. Bu-burn! Too bad I can't say it out loud.
"I'm sorry Aunt May. But can you please not scream at me in front of other people?" I ask, irritation evident in my voice.
So with that she grabs me by the ear and starts dragging me to a random room. My Mom and Dad look at me, pity evident in their eyes. While my parents are pitying me Kyle just snickers and gives me a thumbs up, I flipped my finger at him and he pretended to get hurt. I rolled my eyes. Obviously.
As we were about to enter the room someone distracts my Aunt by asking some question. I wouldn't know, I was to busy running away. It was a success in case you were wondering. What can I say it was a team effort. Though I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know that he saved my sorry little arse. Oh well thanks mister!
As I was slowly getting farther and farther away from them Aunt May realized that I was missing so she started craning her neck to look for me. So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I grabbed the person nearest to me and I hid behind him. The poor guy looked like a fish out of water. I was about to make fun of his face but I remembered that I had to find Sav while avoiding Aunt May. So I slowly slithered away.
When Aunt May holds parties there's always an adult section, and a teenage section.
The adult section was where they talked about business and boring stuff. The teenage section (that's where I belong) is where there were sweaty teenagers grinding and making out with each other. And I know what you're thinking they're parents are in the other room are they not scared that their parents might catch them? Well I'm pretty sure they're not because it's either their parents don't give a shit or they don't give a shit and even if their parents did care they wouldn't be able to get in because no teenagers are allowed in the adults section and vice versa. The only person who was actually allowed to roam freely was... yep you guessed it...Aunt May, frankly she doesn't mind the teenagers even if they're doing the dirty. Nope I don't know why, don't ask me. And no she doesn't tell the adults, I don't know why either. Weird Aunt she is.
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