alexa
"why do i have to go, dad? this doesn't even involve me," i pleaded to my dad.
"sweetie you have to go. your mother and i aren't going to leave you here by yourself for three weeks!" he said back to me.
just because my stupid dad had a work thing doesn't mean i have to go. he said it would be fun but he always says that. he says that it benefits me to know about all of this stuff for when i get older and get a real job. truth is, i don't want a job in an office. i just want to be an actor.
"fine. i'll go," i huffed.
"good. we have to share our room at the hotel because it's the biggest room. i'm sure the family that we share with will be wonderful and you will have a great time at the meetings hearing about everything we are working on at the office."
"mm yeah okay." i whispered sarcastically
"what was that hon?"
"nothing."
