Mate or Bait {Unfinished And Discontinued}

Chapter 9 - Suprise, Suprise (Literally)

"Mommy! I want ketchup on my hot dog." A little kid yelled while running past me.

"Ugh," is all I managed out, while scrapping the Plaque off of the 2nd  grill.

Turns out a barbeque was going when I heard all those kids screaming.

Weird because my three little sibling alone could replicate the sound, no problem.

"This is annoying me," I groan frustratedly.

Literally you don't know how irratting it is to scrub a grill. The black charcoal substance gets everywhere: your fingers, your arms, clothes, your hair, possibly everywhere.

Especially when mosquitos are out, and you have to defend yourself by constantly smashing, and scratching them away. Only making it worse, and yourself dirtier.

After it looked clean enough to me, I put it down, and journeyed to find my mother. Lord knows how long this is about take.

First I searched the Grill Area, Not there.

Second the Backyard, Not here either.

Then the kitchen, "ugh, where is this lady?!"

You may be asking yourself, why dont I just ask somebody if they saw her.

Simple, I don't like 'these' people. All they do is judge you at a barbeque.

That's literally all a barbeque is for. Getting free food, and sneak dissing , letting kids 'play' (when they actually just fight and copy how their parents behave). The parents play table games. Then someone gets serious if money is involved.

It's all just a load of Sh-

"Hey, Daydrien," My cousin, Freya, the same age as me spoke to me. Coming in for a hug.

"Sup," I say casually as I accept it.

I mean, yeah. She's family and all, but doesn't she care that I don't have a shirt on. Not to mention all the charcoal substance covering alot of my tanned body. I look like a dirty Spartan warrior...

"How you been?" She asks, then I notice two other girls behind her smiling, and taking pictures of us. Presumably her freinds.

Why do people do that? Especially cousins...even if that's far blood relation. It's still incest idiot. Our kid would come out retarted and distorted, of course, clearly like it's mother.

"Straight, uh, I gotta go find my mom," I say as I grab a paper towel to wipe off some of the charcoal, and make my way towards the stairs.

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Great, I checked the whole house. Where is this lady?

I hear the front door downstairs open. Great, I told those irratting, disobedient kids to stop coming in, and out of the house. They're letting bugs in, and I already have like 10 mosquito bites...

I walk downstairs, and see the person I've been looking for this whole time.

"Daydrien, come help me carry these pop boxes in hunny." She says as she struggles to carry one in.

So this whole time she's been at the store. I mentally face palm myself.

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After helping carry the 4 pop boxes in, in one go.  I tell her I'm done cleaning the grill. Then she hits me with that 'thank you, but I guess we don't need it. The other grill is plenty.' And well... that's how I ended up where I am now.