~~~APRIL 28TH 2014~~~
Every Easter my parents make me, my twin sister and our little brother go to church. I don't see why. I mean, we only ever go to church on Easter Sunday or Christmas time. The worst part is that me and Katie have to go to Saint Martins Catholic School for seven hours five days a week. Everyday I'm beyond tempted to slam my head against my locker.
Here we are, the whole Brittford family at Saint Martins Catholic Church, dressed in our Sundays best. I hate wearing khakis and dress shoes. Katie hates wearing a dress even more probably. I can't help but yawn during the sermon.
"Leo Marcus!" my mom hisses at me, elbowing me, "At least try and show some interest to Father Lewis."
I glare at her and mumble, "How?"
"Well first off, quit slouching and sit upright. Second, get off that stupid phone." She snatches it out of my lap and hands it to my dad. "Isaac, sweetheart, put Leos phone in your suit pocket. Give it to him when we get home."
He does as she says. He knows better than to not listen to mom. I sit up and try to pay attention. Katie snickers next to me. I glare at her and whisper, "Shut it Katie." I smirk.
Next thing you know mom starts hissing at Katie. "Katherine Elizabeth. Quit being foolish and pay attention!" Mom sighs heavily.
I don't see why it's such a big deal. We only come to church about three times a year. Besides, every Tuesday and Thursday mom drinks martinis and plays tennis at the country club. Dad works at a local law firm and plays golf every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. All the while I have work Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Whenever I am home I have to watch Luke. He's only four years old. He's the coolest little kid ever. We have Star Wars marathons every Saturday.
