Is it just me or do I have to help my mom everything? Okay so like I was standing in the kitchen doing stuff I usually do like cook or clean it and she calls for me.
Mom: Isabella!
Me: Yes?
Mom: . . .
Me to me: Seriously?
*walks into her room.*
Me: You called?
Mom: Yes, I need you to help me pack I'm going to meet with him.
I sighed slightly happy for her, I didn't even have to ask her who he was I have a feeling she had told me before.
Me: Cool same thing as last time?
Mom: Yeah, but I'm actually hoping he'll show.
For her sake I hope he does too I think to myself.
Mom: Oh and I need the tires aired up.
I sighed gosh, why did it have to be me? Whatever I'll do it not to have to fight with her.
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