“Do i have to go?” I asked know ping the response. “ you know you have to go to your brothers soccer game so why complain?” I could tell my mom was mad by her voice. “It’s a fun hobby I’ve mastered over time” “ ohh just get ready we leave in 20”. “Uhhhhh ok”
I walked up the the wooden stairs slowly as if dragging and forceing my body to go up. It felt like so much. “Don’t be a drama queen” she screamed from behind. “Ok ok I’ll hurry up” I replied. When I finally went my room my brother was there. “Hurry up I don’t wanna be late cause of you” I could tell he did not wanna be late. “No promises but I’ll hurry”.
Hmmmmm blue shirt black shirt?? Black jeans? Blue jeans? Blue and black? Black and black? Blue and blue? Omgggg what to decide? “We leave in 10” my brother yelled “ I’m still cha...” he was in from of my door. “ blue shirt, black jeans” “ok thank you uglyyyy” he just smiled at that.
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