The Road That Truths Ahead!!

January 3, 2015

The next day was saturday, which means that I had to do chores. Since I was only 5 years of age, all I had to do was pick up my toys, but since I had got in trouble the day before, I also had to clean my room by myself. Now I know what you are thinking, how can a 5 year old clean a room. First my room was not even that big, and it was very few things on the floor. So to make it seem like it was a lot of work, it took me 2 hours to clean my room. When actually it only took me 30 seconds. My mom was not a fan of liars (according to yesterday), so I had to make it seem like I was actually tired. I ran downstairs in a pitty, asking mom when I was finished. She responded with "when I tell you to". So I went back upstairs with my head hung very low, almost like a crane. In the back of my mind, I knew that this plan will work. That day i went to the amusement park. My dad's thing was if they at least tried, then they get SOME credit. So my dad took me to the best amusement in North America. We promised never to tell mom about this. So to make it seem like my dad was mad at me, when I came home I hung my head low while my dad pretended to yell at me. I ran up stairs fake in tears as I was hurt. It worked perfectly. That night my mom did not say anything because she was so mad. Dead silence is what we sat and ate in. I asked mom if I could go to sleep she yelled GO as if to be mad. I ran upstairs scared for my life. After i had got out of the shower i immediately saw my mom walking towards the bathroom. I got really scared, I thought she was still mad or she found out about me and dad. She took me to my room and gave me a talk about what I had done and to say she was not still mad at me. After that we hugged and i went to bed.

January 4 2015

So that is enough of my childhood. Now let's talk about the present. My mom is the exact same. She is still very intimidating. My dad has got a little tougher and my sister is in college. I am in 11th grade and it is tough. My english teacher is my AUNT. so I am really scared to make one move. Even though I am 16, my mom says no one is too old to still get whoopings. At that moment I got so frightened, I nearly peed myself. My mom said I am one of the ones to be the first. I did not know what that meant. My mom is the queen of the house and my dad was the king. Everytime my friends come over the house, they are so scared to come inside because