“Sometimes I hate your little sister.” (Friend)

“Yeah you have that permission.” (Me) 

“So why did you call me here?” 

“Because, guess who just proposed to my mom last week!”

“YES, finally!” 

“But there’s a little more.”

“Spill or I spill your blood” (Please don’t judge my friend chose)

“ So he wanted to do something big for her, and you know how my mom gets when he digs up the backyard with my little sisters, right.”

“Yeah” 

“Well, he hid the ring in a specific spot that he would remember. My dog ABSOLUTELY hates my step dad, so Snow (my dog) dug up the ring and started digging holes all over the backyard. And right before my dad was going to commence his plan of digging up the backyard.”

“NO”

“So it took three hours of looking for it until we gave up. My little sister (TJ) was playing with Snow in the front porch, but Snow wouldn’t get up, which was OK since she was expecting and litter soon. but then I (accidentally) shoved her out of the way, on the ground was the ring. I literally almost cried.” MY LIFE 

 We were heading to the doctor's house that lived right down the road to see if he could help. Once we got there we rang the doorbell and he came to the door but instead of telling him what happened my dad started talking about how he looked exactly like Tony Stark but older. Once my dad stopped talking we jumped into his jeep and started driving to his office which was 30 minutes away even though it felt like hours of driving and he fixed my head for free. We felt bad we didn’t pay him or give him anything in return so the same night me and my dad decided to go to the store and by him some bourbon and a ironman mask and that is the day I cracked my head.

The day before Saturday, Kendal and I had planned our weekend to the hour. Her dad drove her to my house and picked me up, and took us straight to the Concord Mills Mall. We got there right as it was opening, so there weren’t very many open stores. We ended up just walking around TJ Maxx and making fun of the clothes for half an hour. Kendal’s dad had gotten bored, and decided to go back to his car. 

After a couple hours we decided to get a drink from a vending machine. A lemonade cost one dollar and fifty cents, so I just put two dollars in the machine. I got my drink, but one of my quarters from my change fell out of the machine and rolled on the ground in a circle about five times before stopping, but that’s just my guess. It actually never got a chance to stop before it was tragically stolen from me. A boy about ten years old was walking next to the machine with his family and snatched my quarter off the ground. Kendal yelled at me that he had taken it and we both started laughing, but the funniest part was that the boy’s mother took the quarter from him. Did she do the normal thing any mother would do and give it back to me? Not a chance. She dropped it in her purse. 

My mother would comment on dogs whenever I showed her what I liked. “No, that dog would shed too much,” or “That dog would get too big and it is too active,”

Finding a proper dog was a task that never  stopped. We spent a hour or so like that, relaxing and think what dog would be a good choice. We soon decided to go inside because my mom had finished cooking and it was becoming quite chilly. 

My mother was in the kitchen, making last minute preparations for dinner. My brother and I were sprawled out on our carpeted living room floor. I was sipping ginger ale while my brother and I continued our search for the perfect dog. 

An hour later we heard the garage door open. My brother and I shared a glance and yelled “Daddy!” We ran into our garage, excited to tell our dad about the idea of getting a dog and to question him on why he took so long to come home. 

Our dad was standing next to a brand new silver Honda CV-R. A few minutes later my mother came out as well. 

 

“Wha-What happened to our other car,” I stuttered. 

“We sold it because we thought that the old car would keep breaking,” my dad said, a hint of a smile on his face. 

“No, I want the old car,” my brother said. He started crying and it wasn’t silent tear crying, it was full on bawling. I rolled my eyes. 

“Get over it crybaby, it is just a car,” I said. My brother glared at me. We ended up going around our neighborhood in the car and after seeing the inside of the car, my brother’s tears turned into gasps of wonder. 

It is not that funny but it was more funny if you were there at the time.

“What a beautiful fall day!” I exclaimed, as I walked out onto the porch on Thanksgiving Day.  I smiled to myself as I thought about my brand new baby cousin Stellan.  I grabbed a football out of my garage and tossed it to my brother.  He didn’t catch it, of course, but he threw it back to me with the arm of an NFL quarterback.  We played ball until My grandparents, Nana and Papa, came over.  My aunt Cindy and cousin were there too.  I went and said hello, then inside to prepare for the rest of the guests.

They arrived one by one: My uncle Gabe, with my cousins Miles, Hazen, and Sidney, my great aunt kathy, and finally, last, were Adrian, Nicole, and my new baby cousin Stellan.  Everyone was very excited to meet him.  He was only a wee baby, not even 2 months old yet!  “Can I hold him, please?” my brother asked.  “Let's wait until we get inside” said Ady.  “He’s very small.”

  Once inside, we all sat on the couch to get a better look at Stellan.  “He’s so cute!” screamed the two girls.  All of us were taking pictures, when my dad picked him up.  We took a bunch of photos when all of a sudden, he whipped around, and punched my dad directly in the face. “OWWWWW!” exclaimed  my dad, clutching his face.  All of us burst out laughing, Including stellan, in a baby laugh.  Then, Stellan began to jump off the couch.  Luckily, I Managed to dive underneath and catch him before he hit the ground.  We still think about that punch every time we see Stellan. 👶🏼

I know it's not very funny, but it was at the time.

    “Sure.” I run down the stairs waiting for my sister on the second floor. 

    “Is today Saturday?”

    “Yeah why?”

    “I just thought of the funniest prank ever,” I said while laughing. “Go upstairs and  get your robe and put it over your clothes.”

    “Um okay,” Gabrielle said while pausing. When Gabrielle came back she had brought my robe down to. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed two empty coffee mugs out of the silver dish washer. 

    “Here take this,” I said while handing one of the coffee mugs to her. I walked over to the front door, opened it, and sat down in a white rocking chair on the porch. My sister followed me outside and did the same thing. I told Gabrielle to stand up infront of me and pretend to have a conversation like grownups sipping their coffee. We did this for about 15 minutes until it happened. The mail man was coming down the road in his little white car. As the mailman passed our house he slowed down, (and I’m not kidding) stopped his car, rolled down is window and just stared at us for about five minutes. Me and my sister ran back inside of the house, slammed the door and starting laughing. That was the day of the stareing mailman.

Unfortunately, I could not play at the moment, as I was doing homework. So, I picked her up and set her on the floor. She looked at me with this face of wonder, like, Who died and made you emperor?
I had to do my homework, though, so I turned around and got back to work. 

Of course, if you know anything about cats, you know that they have three basic rules: The first one is to never take no for an answer. The second one is to always be annoying first. The last one is to always persevere and push for playtime, food, sleep, and nothing else. So, of course, following the rules, she jumped back up, this time onto the back of the chair. I reached for her, but she hopped onto my head, and I had a hard time getting her onto the ground again. Finally, I shoved her off by tilting my head backwards, which caused her to fall off when she wasn’t paying attention. 

Once she was on the floor again, her tail started twitching, a tell-tale sign of annoyance. Not that she was giving up. This time, she jumped up perfectly onto the table, and before I could reach her, she strolled across the keyboard, causing the computer to shut down.

I gave up, and played with her for half an hour, before finishing my homework.

One day my brothers and I were outside enjoying a good game of soccer until I tried to show my brother up and failed epically. Later I did the rabona and scored a goal on my older brother and he was mad because it should not be that easy to score while doing the rabona. He got mad and said “I can do that and score on you any day” so I was like “ok TRY”.so when he went to kick I got ready and he did the rabona and he fell on his face and the ball did not come close to the goal. My mom was watching when it happened and she got it on camera.

 Now I just remind my brother when he thinks he can beat me in soccer and he gets even more mad so we don’t really play much anymore. Sometimes he gets mad and when I ask him if he wants to play he just ignores me. Another time he asked if i wanted to play soccer again and I was surprised because he was mad still about me beating him. So we played again and he said “ If I score on you with the rabona you have to delete that video” I said “OK but you're not going to score”. So I got ready to block the ball and when he shot I blocked it but I celebrated too early and the ball went up and rolled in the goal when I was celebrating.

 So I had to delete the video and I was not happy so I challenged him and said “if I score on you from half court while doing the rabona I don't have to delete the video”. I just thought to myself “why am I doing all of this for a video”? So I did not really try when I kicked the ball the ball curved and went in the top right corner of the goal and I went crazy because that’s a really hard goal to make. My brother left and said “you win” and left.

Back last year, in the last week of school, Xavier,Aiden, Alex N, Haley and I were all playing Apples To Apples. There were decent questions coming up like “Funny” or “Controversial”. You play Apples To Apples by answering a card in the middle with the most relevant thing in your deck possible. This doesn't mean you have anything relatable with the subject but who cares anyway. One of the cards we got was “Best Movie” Xavier hated the Green Lantern movie from 2008, and that was one of the cards one of us had. So one of us put down the card “Green Lantern” just to tick him off. It did of course, and we had a good laugh. But then the card “Mature Content” came up. You see, This was interesting because all the cards were pretty much really babyish so far, and because this wasn’t the junior version we were about to quit. We all paused and scrambled to find a card to match this  subject, but none of us had any. This was when we all put down random cards to get rid of. To be funny, I put down “Country Music”. Because No one of us had any cards that related, Aiden decided it would be funny to slam Xavier's head down instead of a card, and say, “I play the Xavier's face card!”  Because he wasn’t expecting it, Xavier's face actually hit the floor but it didn’t hurt him. Of course Xavier didn’t like this and hit Aiden, but we were to busy laughing to care. Eventually when we stopped laughing Xavier didn’t care anymore. 

The End!

“Isabel! Grace! Ashley!” my mother exclaimed from the pavement. She jumped in after me, not even worrying about my precious tricycle. As I felt her hands pick me up and carry me back into the house, I could hear her furious voice bellow. Of course, my sister was just laughing at me, not caring if I was dead or alive. My mother walked me into the house and she scolded me for riding my tricycle near the pool. As she scolded me, all I could do was start laughing. Sooner or later, she started laughing along with me. 

“Maybe we can make a mud pie,” Katie suggested. 

“No, that would take way too long,” Hannah replied.

Caleb then had a crazy idea, “Maybe we can find something to play with in the toy box!”

I then had one of my best ideas. “I know what we can do,” I yelled. 

“What?” 

“We should slide down the stairs in the toy box lid!” 

My parents were outside working in the yard so my siblings and I decide my idea would be the best. We were all looking for the lid and Hannah was getting very impatient. 

“Maddie, hurry up,” Hannah excitedly yelled. 

“I am coming!”

“This is going to be so much fun,” Caleb said and we all agreed. 

I finally got the toy box lid and Hannah, Caleb, Katie, and I all got on the toy box and pushed with all our might. We slid so fast the world around us spun and we all screamed in fear and excitement. We just kept going and going down the stairs. The door got closer, closer, closer…. bam! We hit the door and busted through the front door onto the porch. We all stopped in silence for a minute before we realized what happened.

When they reached the door my parents were flabbergasted. 

“What were y'all thinking,” our mother and father yelled. Thankfully we all were young and my parents were not very mad at us. We spent the rest of the day cleaning up and repairing or fun mess. 

“ Want me to help you skate?”

He said, “No way, I can skate fine on my own,” and he pushed off stumbling along the way. The last thing I remember saying was, “I might as well get this on video so that if he survives this night, he could be on America’s Funniest Videos.”

The End