I Want To Go!

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"We are going to the super bowl! Haha!" Sammy bragged to me.

"I wish you could go to...." Jackie pretended to like me, with her big eyes while twirling her hair.

Why would they get a royal invitation to a football game? That isn't even royal. But I do want to go.... This is a one in a lifetime chance.

"But we have left out the best part! We are going with the prince! He wants to find a lady," Sammy bragged. They obviously wanted to get a man. "The game is tonight so I'm gonna get ready!"

They get to go? What about me? Oh right. I have to clean. Yay.

"Can I go? I'll finish the work later," I told my step mom. She looked at me like I was crazy. I guess I was.

"Absolutely not!" My step mom said with her British accent. "You need to finish your work! No matter what. Maybe after you finish." I sighed and got back to work. I really wanted to go to that football game.

After I worked for over two hours, it got dark and I knew I wouldn't be able to go because I still had a lot of work to do. I walked upstairs and saw my very own Steelers fan jersey laying on the floor, ripped up. Jackie and Sammy did this. I kept walking, getting really mad. My fan football was popped, too. Did they know I wanted to go to the game? They were trying to stop me.

"Well then," I thought. "If they were going to do that to me, why not do it to them?"

I walked into the bathroom, where they were both getting ready. Their posters they made were laying in the floor. I grabbed them. RIP. Right down the middle.

What else could I do for payback? I know... Where could their tickets be? I searched the house and I didn't find them.

"Time to go!" Sammy and Jackie yelled. They both ran downstairs with Steeler face painting all over their face. It was really messy.

"Bye?" I quietly said and went back to work. I was really mad at them and I went to my room and cried. They are so mean to me. I wish I could just go.

Then I heard the sound of bells chiming and sparkles chimmering. I didn't know what it was. I walked outside and saw something beautiful.

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