A Muslim and a Mormon: To The End (#Wattys2015)

Chapter 26: Practice

(Mike's view)

        I couldn't wait to start practicing with the new band! I was so excited. The question was, what would I play? Lead singer, piano, drums, TRUMPET? Oh, there were so many. I decided that I was best at singing and trumpet. But should we do a rock band or a jazz band with singers? Should I sing? Or should I go jazz crazy on my trumpet? Oh, it's such a hard decision. 

        "I want to head over to his head NOW!" I thought in my head as I was doing my homework. But DJ said to wait, so I obeyed. 

        "I'm SO BORED!" I said.

        "I'll do something with you, Mikey," said Preston, my little brother.

        "What about Wesley?"

        "Nahhhhh!" we say together.

        "Y'know, Preston, Wesley is ADDICTED to that Anime, oh, what's it called, oh yeah, Fairy Tail. He loves it,"

        Just then, Alan, our baby brother, comes down the hall buck naked.

        "Alan get this diaper on NOW!" my mom shouted. 

        "Mom, you're the one who told me this, you have to be GENTLE with him. Hey, Alan, wil lyou please get this diaper on?"

        "Yaaaaah." he said in his cute little two year-old voice.

        "I TRIED that. I've been trying to get this on him for an HOUR! Thanks to him, I'm SUPER late to my Scentsy party, and might as well just SKIP it!" my mom exclaimed. Then she calmed down, "I'm sorry. I've just had a REALLY bad day. Have you ever had one of those days?"

        "Yeah. I have," Preston said.

        "Uhhh, I think that was a retorical question," I interrupted. Then we both laughed. Finally, my mom was smiling again. 

        Alan calms down, my mom goes to her Scentsy party, a babysitter arrives, and Preston and I finish our game. But the game was MONOPOLY, and I realized then that I was about fifteen minutes late. By the time I get to DJ's house, I expect to see everyone in the band practicing. But NO. What I see is MUCH different.       

        -Megamike42