Sinking in my seat as dad started the car and pulled out of the school compound. I groaned covering my face with my bag dreading what I was about to hear yet slightly excited. I mean it couldn't have been that bad right?
"What?" I heard myself ask as the recording started slightly grimacing at how I answered the phone.
"Who are you speaking to young lady?" My mum asked sounding shocked at the tone I used.
"Where are you?" She asked after releasing a sigh.
"Hello???" She asked again sounding slightly annoyed. Hearing the sound of shoes hitting the floor I frowned as the sound of something clattering sounded through the speakers.
"JUILIE AMANDA SMITH!! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?"
"Fudge nuggets." I cursed out followed by sounds of me grunting and moaning. Wait what????
"Fudge I be releasing?" I mumbled into the speaker. Scoffing at myself I rolled my eyes as I leant forward, slightly more interested in the conversation.
"Mount Everest." I sassed back. Laughing at my own response I smirked mentally flipping my hair. Glancing at my mum and dad I raised an eyebrow at their neutral expressions. Pshk only people like me will ever get it.
"Shut up..no one asked you anything." I sassed again in response to myself.
"Pshk my opinion has no option to be asked it is given cause you're too incompetent to comprehend." I sassed, again, followed by a gasp. Rolling my eyes at myself I stared at the radio blankly.
"Ha! Who gave you a dictionary for Christma-"
"JUILIE AMANDA SMITH!! YOU GET YOUR LIL CARAMEL ASS HOME THIS INSTANT AND DON'T LET ME COME GET YOU. WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU!!?? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG AGO YOUR BROTHERS GOT HOME!" My mum screeched through the phone.
"YOU BETTER STILL GOT THAT COOKIE IN THE COOKIE JAR BY THE TIME YOU'RE HOME. DO YOU HEAR ME YOUNG LADY!!?"
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Akward-ON HOLD
HumorWelcome to the wild and rather odd adventures of Juilie. ON HOLD...this story started in 2017 and frankly has yet to develop properly over the years. Fast forward it's 2022 and well. Writer's block suck. I'll be back, eventually.
