When the Clock Strikes Twelve

Grandma!

It turned out that all of the racket was Grandma! She had driven her car up to our driveway and the lights were super bright.

Yay! I didn't know Grandma was coming. Well, she technically wasn't my grandma. She was Sammy and Jackie's Grandma. So you would think that I hate her, right? No. She is the nicest person ever to me and I love her so much. She is one person that actually cares about me. And that's why no one else in my family likes her. Grandma likes me, and they don't.

I ran outside to see Grandma's red car parking in the driveway. "Grandmas! I didn't know you were coming!"

"Oh, sweetheart, it was a surprise. Where is everyone else?" Grandma told me after she got our of her car.

"They are at a football game. Without me," I said sadly. "I wish I could go too."

"Why can't you go?" Grandma asked.

"I have work to do," I answered.

"So what? Hop in my car we have a super bowl to see!"

What was she talking about? My stepmom was going to kill me. I have to get the work done! (Even though I didn't want to.)

"Are you coming?" Grandma waited for me in the car.

"Fine. But if your daughter [my stepmom] gets mad, it your fault," I replied.

"She won't get mad, I'm her mom."

We drove off as I felt uncomfortable being in there. I still didn't have my jersey and football.

"Grandma? I need a jersey to wear. It's not right to not wear something that represents the team at a super bowl," I told her. Of course, she had something up her sleeve.

"No problem. I always have something handy in my car," she said and reached in a spot and pulled out a Steelers shirt.

"Thank you so much!" I gasped and put on the shirt over my clothes. "Yay!"