Sorry I Left

"Mom! Jasons' in my room again" I yelled from the top of the stairs. I was 17 years old and went to east way prep. I was a senior this year and I just got the car of her dreams. A baby blue Volkswagen convertible. I stomped down the stairs and in to the kitchen where my mom was washing the dishes and my dad was eating toast while sipping coffee and reading the Sunday comics. My mother dropped her fine China on the floor "crash". Jason came running down the stair yelling at the top of his lungs " Ooooooohhhhhh Neveah your in trouble now!" "Actually it wasn't your sister," My mom Karyn said. I was standing behind her mother sticking her tongue out. Nevermind the broken plate. We need to get in the car. We can not be late to church again. Jason, my mom, my dad and I all piled in the car and that's where it all started to go downhill.