Fail

lights, camera, action

I was relived to find out that I didn't actually have to do the dishes because they ended up being dirty. That is, until my mom pointed out the towering stack of dishes in our sink. Thankfully I got out of that too by making my little sister do it as I ran up stairs to clean our room. I ended up sorting clean laundry, putting all the dirty clothes in a basket, making my bed and purging the row of hooks in our room of all the heavy jackets before spotting what was on the shelf above those hooks. Two carefully framed pictures; one of Jessica and I, another of myself and a second ex-friend of mine, Dylan, from grade 8. Without a second thought I had grabbed both pictures and started to pry open the frames with a rememberance day pin. Soon enough I was grasping both photos in my hand as I made my way downstairs to cut them up and throw them out. When I couldn't find any scissors I decided to rip them up instead, except I could barely get them in half so I had to just toss them in the trash as is. By then, my mom and Jamie, who had finally woken up, were asking me a bunch of questions.
"What are you doing?"
"Why are you ripping those pictures?"
"Who's in those photos?"
"Can't you just cut them?"
I hate when they do this, so I gave them vague responses in the hope they would let it go. Eventually they did, but before I could escape my mother started to lead me over to the sink that was now only half empty. With a glance behind me, I found my younger sister, Kathryn, laying on the couch and reading Harry Potter.
I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt as I turned her way and said, "I was cleaning our room while you were doing the dishes so how about you go upstairs and finish?"
She didn't even look up.
By the time I finished it wasn't even 2:00 so I grabbed my phone and plopped down on the couch. I stayed there for the next three hours, only getting up to go to the washroom or get something to eat. Finally, around 5:30, my mother declared that we should see a movie because Kathie is going out with her friend, Darcy, anyways. Looks like my pestering finally paid off.
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The second we step through the entrance of the theatre, Kathie and Zoe disapear with $30 from my mom.
So, while they are pretending to be 14, my mother, little brother, Evander, and I make our way to see an entirely different film about singing animals.
The place is fairly empty when we arrive, something I was grateful for before I spotted Sam in line for tickets with two other guys. With nowhere to hide, I lie and tell my mom I have to use the washroom, then without waiting to hear her answer I awkwardly speed-walk across the room like my life depends on it. I lock myself in the stall closest to the door and stand in front of the porcelin toilet listening to a little girl talking about her upcoming birthday party with her mother a few stalls down.
When I hear a toilet flush and the sink turn on, I decide it's time to fake flush the toilet and leave the stall. While making brief eye contact with the mother I walk quickly over to the nearest available sink and wash my hands, forgetting to dry them in my rush to leave the bathroom and find my mom before she comes looking.
As the door to the washroom door swings shut behind me I bump into the hard body of someone on their way out of the men's room. We both reach out to steady eachother, only to end up knocking our arms together awkwardly. I take a step back, look up  and decide that fate is a bitch.
"Hey Christa." Sam smiles.
My face heats up as I process who I'm standing in front of.
"Hey Sam." Hey Sweetcheeks.
We make eye contact just like I did with the woman in the washroom, who chooses this exact moment to exit the Women's room. I have to move closer to Sam to allow her and her daughter to pass, ending up with him pressed against the wall, and my leftboob awkwardly brushing against his arm. I step back as soon as I have the room and mutter a quick "sorry" as I make my escape. In my head, I can't stop shouting: Oh shit! Oh shit!