This Book is
For Von Jackson
Chapter One: The Movie and the mess
“I hate you!” I said. Mom stared at me. So did Dad. “Dad did nothing wrong! You’re the one blaming him for something he can’t stop doing!” I said. “He can’t help what he did. Nobody can! Once he starts it is so hard to stop!” I yelled. My eleven brothers and sisters watched from behind, all younger. My twelve year old sister held my baby sister Anne. “Go to her room! All of you!” yelled Mom. I turned and led the way to my bedroom. I have a large amount of bedrooms. I have five bedrooms. I have my office, my closet, and my personal bathroom and my bed room, and Anne’s room. And by personal bathroom I mean, nobody expect me and my friends use it. I sat on my bed and my twelve year old sister, Kate handed me Anne. “Is mommy and daddy going to depart?” asked my five year old sister, Jenny. “Of course not.” I said. I positioned Anne in a more comfortable position. Jenny sat on my bed. “Of course they are Jenny! Stop being dramatic!” said Thomas, my fourteen year old brother. Jenny began to cry. “Stop being a jerk Thomas.” I said. The boys laughed and sat on my couch. I walked into my office and laid Anne in her crib, then came back in. My room was already a wreck. My red covers and white sheets torn off the bed, my white pillows with stains of them. My rug curled at the end, popcorn on the floor, books on the floor. I saw the boys were nowhere in sight. I went into my closet. “Oh my god.” I said. There were clothes on the ground. My bra’s on the ground in plain sight I mean how humiliating! Shoes on the ground! My underwear! Dirty clothes! Boxes of photos and old pictures! My Teen Pop magazines! And then I heard noise in my bathroom. I ran in. My deodorant, my shaver, my toothbrush and toothpaste, and shampoo all across the floor! My mirror was covered with spit, my toilet used, with the whole roll of toilet paper in it! It wasn’t even flushed! Disgusting. But my brothers were nowhere. “Eek!” said Kate. I ran over everything into my office, my old drawings I had thrown in the trash were on the floor. My laptop, floor. My I Pad? Floor. My phone, floor. My I Pod, floor. My I Phone, floor. And my paper and pens, floor. Book bag, floor. My brothers ran out of my room and my mom and dad entered my room. My dad looked angry. Then he saw my room. I ran after my brothers but they stopped right in front of mom and dad. “Everyone out!” said Dad. Everyone walked out I made my way out. Dad stopped me. “You clean!” he said. “But I-“I said. “No buts!” said Dad. He closed my door. Nice, my brothers mess up my rooms entirely and I had clean their mess. Now I know how maids feel! I began with my room. I smoothed out my carpet and took the sheets off my pillow and placed them on the window seat. Then I took my sheets and smoothed it on my bed. Then I took my covers and smoothed that on my bed too. I closed my drawers and took my books and reshelf them. This took a while because like in my school library I have them in ABC order! I turned and headed into my closet. I took the hangers and hung my dresses, my jeans and T-shirts. Then I turned and put my coats and hats on the hanger. Then I took my underwear and bras’ and put them into my dresser. I also took my pajamas and put them in my dresser. I pushed my shoes, matched them and put them against the wall. I sat down and labeled my photos by date. From black and white to color. I then took my Teen Pop magazines and put them away then I put them on my took shelf. Then I put my dirty clothes in a basket. Ring! I ran into my office and picked up my phone. Peter. Peter is my boyfriend I am in my freshman year. I flipped the front up and placed it between my left ear and left shoulder and went into the bathroom. “Hello?” I said. Hey Annabeth, it’s Peter. “Yeah it said.” I was wondering if you are free Saturday. Yeah, totally. Ok, I’ll pick you up at 1:00. “Ok, bye.” Bye. I hung up the phone and placed it on my counter. I put my shaver in my shower and wiped up the shampoo, closed the shampoo and put it on the shelf. I took my toothpaste and toothbrush and washed them and then put them up. I turned to the last/worst thing ever; The Toilet. I took my brother’s scissors and dumped into the trash and then I flushed the toilet. I opened the door under my sink and took a new toilet paper roll. Then I put it beside the toilet. I wiped my mirror and went into my office. I pick up my papers and drawings and threw them away. I took my paper I hadn’t used and put it up. I hung my book bag on a hook and then picked up my I Pad, my I Pod, my I Phone and put it on my desk. I took my laptop and placed it on my desk and plugged the charger into it. I went into the bathroom, used it, wiped and pulled up my jeans and flushed. I washed my hands, took my phone and placed it in my pocket. I took my dirty clothes basket and went downstairs. I entered the laundry room and put in my dirty laundry into the washing machine and then I took my clothes out of the dryer and put them in the basket. Then I turned on the washing machine and went into my room. I put my pajamas and underwear and bra’s away, I put away my jeans, my T-shirt, and my dresses away, placed the basket in the corner and went downstairs. My parents were arguing again. Waa! Great! Right when I’m about to leave! I went upstairs into Anne’s room and picked her up. I went downstairs handed her to Kate and picked up my keys. “Hey Annabeth, what’s a good class president slogan for my name?” asked Kate. “Go through the gate, vote for Kate.” I said. I opened the door and went outside and went to my red convertible. I unlocked my door and climbed in and sat down. I fastened my seat belt and plugged in the keys and turned them. Room. I reversed and backed out of the driveway. Then I went forward and drove to the movies. My friends Katie, Marcy and Ellen were there. “Hey!” I said. “Hey!” I rolled up my window, unbuckled my seat belt and took out my keys and opened my door. I picked up my red purse and put it on my shoulder, I locked my door and greeted them with air kisses. “Ready to go see the movie Twilight?” they asked. “Yeah!” I said. We all ran up and got out tickets. And got a drink and popcorn.
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“No offense Twilight makers but your movies of Twilight are terrible!” I said after the movie was over. “The ending is so weird! It is just like, Will you marry me?” said Marcy. “Yeah and then Bella is just like staring up at him!” said Katie. “And then the movie is over.” Said Ellen. “Hint, hint. Let’s never go to the next Twilight movie.” I said. “Did you see Taylor? It was with Jessica Simpson.” Said Ellen. “Shut up!” we said. “Yep! Jessica acted so scared that he felt bad and put his arm around her! And she grinned!” said Ellen. My phone rang. “Hold up.” I said. I picked up my phone. Dad. “Hold on.” I said. I opened up my phone and placed it to my left ear. “Hello?” Where are you? “At the movies with my friends, why?” Well what are your plans now? “Um…hold on.” I put the speaker to my left shoulder. “Can I come to your house Ellen?” I asked. “Sure.” Said Ellen. I put the phone up to my ear again. “I’m going to Ellen’s.” Be home at 9:00. “Sure whatever. I closed my phone and we all got in our cars and drove to Ellen’s house. Ellen’s house was made of brick. Mr. and Mrs. Boston greeted us at the door and we went up to Ellen’s room. Her brothers ran passed us. Ellen grabbed them. “Leave us alone.” She said. “Yeah.” Said her brothers and ran into their rooms. We entered Ellen’s room which was like perfect! Her walls were green, her bed covers purple! No childish things like my window seat! I collapsed on her bed. “Bonjour’! I come from France!” I said. We all started laughing.
Chapter Two: The Ladies
At 9:00 I headed home. My dad had friends over and when I looked in the driveway Mom’s car was gone. I went inside, beer bottles on the table. My siblings were on the couch watching TV. I walked over to the couch. Kate gave me Anne and I took Anne and her bottle and began to feed her. Dad came in with his swim suit on and two women, one with blond hair and blue eyes, kind of like Taylor Swift wearing a red bikini and the other kind of like Selena Gomez, with a purple bikini. We all looked at him. “Girls, say hello to my new girlfriends?” said Dad. The women waved at us. Everyone turned away. “Annabeth come here.” Said Dad. I walked over. “I need you to clean up our beer mess and you need to go make the beds.” Said Dad. I rolled my eyes walked over to the couch and handed Kate, Anne and then walked into the kitchen and picked up the beer bottles. Dad went to his room with the women. I wiped the counter and then I went upstairs, making beds. When I came to Dad’s room. They were watching a love movie and Dad had his arms around both women. I rolled my eyes and made his bed. “Hey Annabeth, go get us a beer would ya?” asked Dad. “Yeah sure.” I said. I went downstairs and opened the fridge and got three bud lights and went upstairs and gave it to them. Then I came down and began to make hamburgers with fries. When dinner was ready I placed the hamburgers on a plate and took the buns and placed them on a plate. And with one plate on one hand and the other plate on my other hand I put it on the dining room table. I took some plates and cups and placed them on the table. I took ketchup, mustard, pickles, and manias and put it on the table. I clapped my hands. “Dinner!”
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We all had a nice dinner. The food was great, thanks to me and the best part was Thomas had to wash the dishes. After dinner, I burped Anne and took her upstairs and laid her in her crib. Then I put on my pajamas and put my dirty clothes in the basket. “Alert! Alert!” said my Mac book. I went into my office and sat down. It said; Ellen, Marcy, and Katie want to video chat. I accepted. All of their faces pulled up. “Hey!” they said. “Hey.” I said. “Heard about your date.” Said Ellen. “How?” I asked. “Have you checked Face Book lately?” asked Ellen. “No hold on.” I said. I moved the video chat over to the left of the screen and pulled up Facebook.com. I signed in and where it showed comments there was Peter’s picture saying: I got a special date, with a special girl tomommrow. “Wow.” I said. “Well good luck.” They said. “Bye.” I said. “Bye.” They said. I closed my computer and shut it down. I turned around. There was Thomas. “What are you doing in my room?” I asked. “So you’re dating Peter Wilson aren’t ya?” he asked. “Shut up!” I said. And I pushed him out and closed my door behind. I turned on my lamp, turned off my big light and climbed in bed and picked up The Notebook and began reading it. Then when I was on page three-hundred and three, I turned the corner down, placed it on my desk and turned off my light. Then I went to sleep.
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I opened my eyes. Something was crawling underneath my covers. I opened the flap there was Jenny. “Hi.” She said. “What?” I asked. “Can I sleep with you?” she asked. “Fine!” I said. She climbed up beside me. Thunder alarmed me. “Let me guess you came in here because you were scared of the rain storm?” I asked. She nodded. “Well good night.” I said. And I closed my eyes.
Chapter Three: The Date
The next morning I woke up. Sunlight poured through my window. Jenny was gone and my door was open. “Nice.” I said. I got up, and stretched. I went to my I Pad, pulled up Music and turned on Hey Monday. I went into my closet, placed my I Pad on my dresser and took off my night gown. I put on a white dress. It had puffs ate my shoulders and white sleeves to my wrists. I went into my bathroom with my hairbrush and combed my hair. I pulled I back with a barrette. I opened my makeup box and took out Long Lash. Then I put it on my eyelashes. I took Red Rose Makeup and put it on my lips and rubbed it together. I put the top of both of them on. Then I put them up. I put on blue eye shadow and then I brushed my teeth and then I used the restroom. I put on deodorant. Then I went into my closet again, put on white pumps and went downstairs with my phone in a white purse. Dad was asleep. The ladies’ cars were gone but I had a feeling dad was marrying them. Everyone expect Dad and Anne were awake. All of them were laughing and watching TV. I went into the kitchen and made some pancakes with bacon. Then I put it on the dining room table. “Breakfast!” I said
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Breakfast was awesome and again, Thomas washed the dishes while the other boys mowed the lawn and I got the mail and newspaper. When Dad came down he was wearing his classic suit. His tie wasn’t done. “Morning.” Yawned Dad. I walked over and tied his tie. Then I kissed him on the cheek and gave him his coffee. I also handed him his breakfast and the newspaper. He sat down in his big armchair, opened the newspaper and began to read. “Did you know Annabeth, there’s a store for rent.” Said Dad. I threw the mail on the counter and ran over. “Really where?” I asked. “28 Maple Street.” Said Dad. I took a piece of paper and a pen. 28 Maple Street I wrote. “For how much?” I asked. “Five hundred in cash.” Said Dad. Five Hundred- Cash I wrote. “Ok, I’ll drive by there today.” I said. I stuck it into my purse. “If you don’t mind I need to go to a date.” I said. “Anything goes wrong, call me.” Said Dad. I know. He kissed my cheek. Peter honked his horn on his red truck. “Peter!” said Jenny. Peter walked up to the door he was wearing a black tie with a red shirt with a black jacket with blue jeans. His blond hair was combed. “What is it today, Wacky Tacky day?” I asked. “My clothes were in the dryer.” Said Peter. “You take good care of her.” Said Dad. “Yes sir.” Said Peter. “Have her home no later than three.” Said Dad. “Yes sir.” Said Peter. “And watch her.” Said Dad. “Yes sir.” Said Peter. “Ok have fun.” Said Dad. We walked outside and we climbed in his truck. Peter turned on his truck and we drove to a restaurant. It was called Café Lights. “Oh Peter!” I said. Café lights was a nice place. I had always wanted to go! I kissed his cheek. He parked and opened my car door. I got out and closed my door. Peter locked the car door and we went inside. The café was awesome!
Chapter Three: The Guy gets Mad
When the show during our date came on I sat beside him. Just when he was putting his arm around me a note fell from his jacket sleeve. I picked it up. “Hey give that!” said Peter. I opened the note; Sally Anne- Hey do you want to go out Friday? Peter- Sure. Sally Anne- XOXO Peter- Love you too. I froze. “Peter!” I whispered. Peter grabbed the note. “Why did you read this?” he said. “Why didn’t you want me too? Did you want to keep me from knowing that you were going out with my sister from me?” I asked. “No, just-“ said Peter. I ran out into the parking lot. Everybody watched my leave. I sat on the bench and took my phone and dialed Dad’s number. Hello? “Dad! I need you to come pick me up!” I said. What’s wrong Annabeth? “I will explain when you come.” Ok, bye. I closed my phone. When Dad pulled up I got in the car and drove away. Peter ran out and watched as he saw the car drive away and sit on the bench and put his head on his hands. I opened my purse. On our week anniversary he told me he would never cheat. He would only love me. “Well?” asked Dad. “He’s cheating.” I said. “On who?” said Dad. “Sally Anne.” I said. Dad pulled the side. “What?” said Dad. “Sally Anne.” I said again. Dad pulled on the road and we drove up to our house. He marched inside and brought Sally Anne out. “Why!” said Dad. “Why what?” asked Sally Anne. “Do that Annabeth?” he asked. “Because she gets everything.” Said Sally Anne. “Cause I save my money!” I said. “So! You get the star of the football team!” she said. I ran inside and crashed on my bed. My phone rang. I didn’t bother to look. “Hello?” Hey Annabeth, I didn’t write that! Didn’t you notice it wasn’t my hand writing? I froze. It was Peter, and yes I hadn’t noticed. It was only Sally Anne! “Oh Peter I’m so sorry that I blamed you!” I said. “PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” Sure, I know it kind of looked like my hand writing. So I don’t blame ya. “Thanks.” I said. I closed my phone and went downstairs. Sally Anne was talking. She turned to look at me. “What?” she asked. I punched her and she fell. “That’s what you get!” I yelled. Then I realized I better go, before Dad arrives. I grabbed my keys and went to the bank, got five hundred dollars and drove to twenty-eight, Mable Street. I went up to the owner. “Can I buy your store?” I asked. “Sure.” Said the woman. I gave her money. Now all I had to do was think what it was going to be like and I need employees.
The End
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