Butera's Bubble

Mackey's Story

"Do you want me to cut it in peices," yelled Mom from upstairs.

"No, thanks," I shouted back. I don't like apple slices, I'd rather just eat it plain. But I didn't want to focus on apples, I was looking for my glue. My dad has so much crap down in his area it's starting to fill my art area, so I can't find a darn thing. So i sprinted upstairs, so fast I almost fell over, to find glue.

"Wash up, dinner's ready!"

Man, I really wanted that glue.

I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. When I turned the fossit the water was surprisingly warm. I jumped.

"You okay in there, mack?"

Asked Dad.

"Yeah," I chuckled.

When I was done, I walked to the dinner table and sat down. Sean took out his headphone and have me a disgusted look. Honestly, sometimes I feel like he wishes I didn't exist. I can see it in his eyes.

We all grabbed hands, closed our eyes and said our personal thanks to The Lord.

Mom slowly unwrapped the foil covering the bowl and as soon as she took it off, steam arose from the squash. Ew.

"So Mack, what'cha working on down there?" Asked my dad.

'"A poster for Ariana Grande."
My parents have been keeping a close eye on me ever since we found out. Three years ago, I was diagnosed with Thyroid cancer. And ever since then they've been so attached to me and basically obsessed. I'm grateful, but sometimes it gets a tad annoying.

"That's great, let me see when you're done," said my dad.
I took a bite of my apple. That was my dinner since I'd been feeling a little under the weather lately. I hurried to finish my apple because the only thing I really had interest in at the moment was that poster.

"Now let's talk about grades, Sean," said Dad, with a more stern voice.

Sean looked up from his beef stew, dropped his fork, and just stared into my dad's soul.

"No, don't give me that look. You said you would bring up your grades or else you wouldn't be going to that party tonight." Said Dad.

"I did, I went from an F to a D. What more do you want?"

"I want you to try! You sit on your ass all day playing Xbox when you should be studying! Or doing homework!" My dad's voice raised really quick.

"You don't think I'm trying!? Wow, okay, it's not like I spent 4hours last night reading that crappy book over and over again so I could understand it, then write a rough draft, then type it while I SHOULD have been at Chloe's. So now go ahead and say I don't try!"

For what it's worth, Sean wasn't working, he was face timing Chloe the whole time. It's 'complicated', he says, but I'm pretty sure they're dating. I am siding with my dad. I can tell my mom is too, but we don't dare say a thing. Everytime Dad and Sean get in one of these fights, it's best to stay out.

"Which you should have done last week, and you wouldnt have had to spend 4 hours on if you didn't procrastinate all the time! You're not going to that party!"

"That's not fair!! I'm 15, I can make my own decisions and I'm going!"

My moms eyes grew big. She knew someone would end up with one less finger.

My dad stood up and grabbed for Sean's shirt.

"Listen! You don't talk to your father like that! You do what I say!" DAd was yelling so loud I knew the neigbors could hear.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not the perfect child, I can't live up to your expectations, I know you don't even want me as a son. Why even bother with me."

My dad held him for a whole then let go gently.

Sean wasn't playing around. He was serious. Sean knows Mom and Dad expect a lot out of him and he doesn't give them much, but he can't help the bad grades, and neither of my parents understand that. They're both super smart and don't know how one can just not be smart. He knows mom and dad look down on him. So he left. No one said a word. We didn't even look at each other. I left to go downstairs.

I cut out the square for a background out of a hard purple peice of paper. I then glued on the picture of Ariana. I continued this process for so long I didn't even realize I was still doing it.

Ariana just means so much to me. I don't have the money to meet her though. Last year I went to one of her Listening Sessions... Probably the best day of my life, even though I capfuls barely see/hear her from my seats. I'm not some rich kid who has the money to meet her 100 times. But she means more to me than any of those kids, and I would do anything to meet her.

I ran up to my room, attempting to avoid my parents. I finally reached my room and jumped on my bed. My room had teal colored walls, a black and white polka dot bed spread, a white dresser- but it always looks like more is in there because all of my stuff cluttered around. I used the sticky putty to hang my poster right above my bed. I backed away to get a full veiw. My room is 10 times better now.

I grabbed my laptop from my dresser and lay down with it right in front. I went on ticket master to look at ticket prices. Even though she wasn't coming to my city, I was going to try to get tickets to Pittsburgh.. But we probably don't have the money to get the twenty dollar tickets for the whole family.