by Katie Maimose

Created on: August 07, 2008   Last Updated: September 15, 2008

I think all parents should be like this ( not really ) :

'BOOM'. The sound shook my door. 'BOOM' it said again. I sat up in my bed. Can't they see I was sleeping? Didn't they care? I ran into the living room. "Turn it down" I screamed. My parents stopped the movie in mid-boom.
"Why aren't you in bed?" they asked like little innocent children.
"Why, I don't know, maybe some people are watching a movie very loudly RIGHT OUTSIDE MY ROOM!"

"Shhhhh" whispered mom. " You might wake the others".
"Too late" I squealed
'Probably shouldn't have done that' I thought, while walking back to my room. 'Tomorrow I'll get in trouble'. 'But, hey who knows maybe I'll die tonight while sleeping, and everyone will be crying over my dead body and be sad they ever screamed at me' I soothed my conscience and fell asleep dreaming of my tragic death and funeral.

And all kids should be like this, then parents would appreciate kids more and wouldn't do things like this:

The next day I woke up and walked over to my stuffed closet. I wanted to look good, of course I did, it was the first day of school, start it out right. I picked out my dark blue sequin skirt and a baby blue t-shirt, the color of forget me nots. Then walking over to my door, I looked at my shoe rack. White flats, I think. Then a blue ponytail and we're in business. Then I pulled out my white jacket with blue buttons. The only reason everything I had matched something else in my closet is because I buy clothes in outfits not just pieces. "Get down here" screamed Mom. I sighed. Another day, another school, new kids, and another reason for mom to freak out just because dad can't keep a job. I sighed again, and brushed my hair, put on some lip gloss, mascara, and a touch of-
"Hurry up" bellowed mom.
"I coming" I screamed back.
I finished putting on eyeshadow. Grabbed my backpack and went downstairs.

Her parents moved across the country. Wouldn't that suck? And Finally the way parents should be :

" Finally"said mom, but in spite of my of her tone she smiled. "You look nice Cla-"
"Isabella, please call me Isabella"
" But please Cla-"
She tried to plead with me that my name was nice. What ever. I put my earphones, waited and asked her if she was finished, and if she would please call me Isabella. She waited a second or two, then nodded. I took out one earphone, said bye, grabbed my lunch and continued my journey to the school bus stop.

Her mom is cooperative and doesn't kick Cla- Isabella out of her house like my mother often threatens me.

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