The hours passed by quickly and soon it was 8:40. Dinner time.
"Belle! Koko! Dinner's ready!" Shouted my mom from downstairs.
I ran downstairs before my sister did, just to prove her wrong.
"No fair, you started early!" Shouted Koko as she walked to the dinner table.
She took the seat next to me as I started to fill my plate with food.
I plopped some garlic mashed potato on my plate along with some dark green string beans.
Then I cut a piece of grilled chicken and drizzled the gravy on it.
"Ew, gravy." Said Koko with a disgusted face.
"Koko! If Belle likes gravy on her chicken, then she likes it, keep your opinions to yourself." Scolded mom as I secretly stuck my tongue out at Koko.
Dad came to the table with some fresh pomegranate juice. Not my favorite, but Koko loves it.
He poured everyone a glass, and set the rest on the table. As he sat down, we started to eat.
With the awkward silence, I decided to say something.
"So, mom, I hear there's an iceskating rink party across the street tonight." I said as casually as I could.
My mom looked at me and nodded. "I hear some of your school friends are there, too." She added.
Not getting the answer I wanted, I clarified myself, this time a little more specific.
"Maybe I could go." I said, finishing off my explanation.
Mom took another bite of her food and swallowed it. "Why not?" She answered, smiling.
I looked to my dad, waiting for his answer. When he did answer, it wasn't the answer I'd been hoping for.
"Belle, iceskating is really dangerous, and I don't want you near those older kids." He explained.
I looked down. "Sorry, Belle." Comforted my mom, as she walked to the kitchen to clean the dishes.
My dad went to his room. And I sat there, really upset. Next to me, my sister stared.
"Are you okay?" She asked. I looked at her with a sad face. "Yeah, I guess..." I answered, not really sure.
She looked unconvinced. But I didn't feel like explaining.
"I'm going to my room." I said as I ran up the stairs to my room and locked the door.
