Never Shout Never!

The Gardening Tool

      It felt like I haven't been in my house a thousand years. The house smelled like cinnamon and coffee, and the living room was rearranged. There's only one true explanation for all this. Relatives are coming over. Oh joys. I slowly walked over to the steps, as I felt my Mom's presence in the kitchen. Okay. You can do this Nick. How many times have you snuck out the house and had to get back in? PLENTY of times. Except, it wasn't for a whole day.

"Nicholas. Get your ass in this kitchen right now." I sighed in defeat as my Mom's growly voice urged me to go in there. Well, wasn't that quick? I'm supposed to be the one with the potty mouth. Not my parents! I slowly walked in the kitchen as I cautiously took a seat in the stool. Wow, even the whole kitchen is redecorated. I played with the bag of peas that were on the table, as my mom was cutting carrots. The cutting sound made me jump every single time it got louder. I knew it. I knew I was gonna die today.

   "Where were you last night?" Her voice was calm, yet stern as I bit my bottom lip.

  "Umm.... I was at Christofer's house last night." I said in a low whisper. Apparently it wasn't low enough since my Mom dropped the knife on the table.

  "What did me and your father tell you Nick? We specifically said, stay away from him. And what did you do? You slept over his house for Christ sakes!"

   "Mom, you're acting like I slept with him, I only spent the night over his house, nothing more. You guys don't even know Chris like that, but yet you guys think he's a bad influence on me! Just give him a chance first." It was quiet for a few seconds, before I heard my mom sigh.

  "Look, I'm done with this situation. I'll let dad handle it." I gave her a sigh of defeat as I pushed the frozen peas out of my face.

   "Who's the relatives that are coming?"

  "Well, you would've found out yesterday if you hadn't RAN off, but it's my sister and your cousin Maria." I let out a huge sigh as my Mom gave me a concerned look.

  "What's wrong sweetie? You don't like my sister?"

  "No, I love Abby, trust me. But you know I don't like Maria. I never did."

  "Don't say that honey! You never know, she might've changed." Okay mom, that's so true. Let me tell you a little bit about the bitch Maria. She is obviously the same age as me, which makes it even worse. And when I was younger, like eight I think, Maria and Abby lived in the same state we did. Like literally, we were right across the street from each other. And let me just tell you, I don't like her. Like this one time we were playing with Barbies. MY Barbies to be correct, and I wanted to be Lucy. Lucy was my favorite doll. Her perfect hair that I ruined when I put glitter glue all over it to make her look better, her very skimpy and short skirts that I would dress her in, coloring little flower designs on her belly shirts. Everything about her was amazing. We were outside one day playing with all my dolls. When I told her that she couldn't play with Lucy, she snatched it out of my hand and ripped her head off. I cried for two weeks straight. To this day, Lucy still lingers in my mind. Or like that time when I liked this boy named Max and he came over my house for a play date. We were playing double dutch and I of course, was the best at it and of course, was being a showoff to him. Maria got mad and she tried to strangle me with the jump rope. She moved away to New Jersey when she was thirteen and I haven't seen her since. But we didn't end with hugs and rainbows when she left. It ended it with murder. Just kidding, but it did end with romance movies and a tub of Ice Cream. I remember it to this day. His name was Troy. Oh Troy, my childhood crush.