When I woke up the following day and realized the day before wasn’t some sick, twisted unbelievable nightmare ending with a kiss, I felt much worse. Actually I felt seriously ill. I had a girlfriend that caused my mother to fuss over what I was wearing as if this was my first day of kindergarten. This includes her attempt of the tried and true spit on the finger cleaning and hair straitening method. I didn’t have the heart to tell her what I had on wasn’t my choice, but the school's new uniform. The way she spoke in length that wearing a blue blazer, khaki pants, and a matching plaid tie wasn’t my style and that my father must had filled up my head with ideas that I could sport the preppy look. Although I did come home with a girl
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I really hate to say this (because I don’t believe I had actually had the thought in the first place), but Lucy was the calm one in my family. I knew she wished she could have had a chance to ask Anna an unending list of deeply probing questions directly, but she had actually behaved herself. I knew my little sinister sister all too well. Lucy was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause her tried and true methods of terrorizing my life to the point of having me wish with all my heart that we lived on the top floor of a skyscraper to see if it would be faster to give me a reason to jump or just push me. In all actuality, Lucy was very simple in her approach in causing as much mental damage as she possible could in the shortest amount of time and with the least amount of …show more content…
Lucy was very good at dropping bombs. Her unofficial nickname was Little Miss Mushroom Cloud. As expected, she did continue from where she had left off the day before as soon as I sat down for breakfast. I guess my ears bleeding last night wasn’t enough entertainment for her or she was just looking forward to an encore of me wincing in pain. Either way you look at it, there was one thing I had never given much thought to, but she had to drop that little bomb first. Once again my hope that she would move on hadn’t happened. I could tell she wasn’t going to let go of her question about knowing between Norman and me, who was the first one to receive their first kiss (from a girl not our mothers that is). I should not have been surprised that my parents thought that was an appropriate question, and quickly insure me that I can clean up the orange juice I had sprayed when I choked after they hear my answer. I guess saying that they had the perfect opportunity to ask the two people who actually knew that answer before they left wasn’t what they wanted to hear. I was never so grateful that Anna and Elena had barely said hello to Norman’s and my parents and my little sister Lucy, excused themselves with promises to spend more time to speak to everyone soon. It wasn’t until several minutes later, after Anna and Elena gave out wet ones to each of us before our family started breathing
I really hate to say this (because I don’t believe I had actually had the thought in the first place), but Lucy was the calm one in my family. I knew she wished she could have had a chance to ask Anna an unending list of deeply probing questions directly, but she had actually behaved herself. I knew my little sinister sister all too well. Lucy was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to cause her tried and true methods of terrorizing my life to the point of having me wish with all my heart that we lived on the top floor of a skyscraper to see if it would be faster to give me a reason to jump or just push me. In all actuality, Lucy was very simple in her approach in causing as much mental damage as she possible could in the shortest amount of time and with the least amount of …show more content…
Lucy was very good at dropping bombs. Her unofficial nickname was Little Miss Mushroom Cloud. As expected, she did continue from where she had left off the day before as soon as I sat down for breakfast. I guess my ears bleeding last night wasn’t enough entertainment for her or she was just looking forward to an encore of me wincing in pain. Either way you look at it, there was one thing I had never given much thought to, but she had to drop that little bomb first. Once again my hope that she would move on hadn’t happened. I could tell she wasn’t going to let go of her question about knowing between Norman and me, who was the first one to receive their first kiss (from a girl not our mothers that is). I should not have been surprised that my parents thought that was an appropriate question, and quickly insure me that I can clean up the orange juice I had sprayed when I choked after they hear my answer. I guess saying that they had the perfect opportunity to ask the two people who actually knew that answer before they left wasn’t what they wanted to hear. I was never so grateful that Anna and Elena had barely said hello to Norman’s and my parents and my little sister Lucy, excused themselves with promises to spend more time to speak to everyone soon. It wasn’t until several minutes later, after Anna and Elena gave out wet ones to each of us before our family started breathing