When I was a toddler, my mother walked out of the house with a suitcase. At the time, I didn't understand why she left. But now that I'm a little older, I don't understand how she even was able to deal with these two. VJ, my older brother, is a troublesome teen and my father, Iqbal, is a couch potato. What woman would want to spend two seconds with men like them? I don't even see how I can do it.
Currently, I'm twelve years old, and my best friend is Spencer Funke. I love to read before I go to bed, which I usually sleep around eight or so, depending on whether or not my father and brother are fighting about his curfew. But that doesn't matter now since my father is out for some free vacation that his boss gave him. I believe his boss is blind since he hasn't worked hard a day in his life.
The first thing VJ did when our father left, was getting a dog. Has he been reading my mind or what? I've been wanting a dog since mom left. But the timing is bad, I tried to convince him that dad will get mad when he gets home but VJ ignored my advice. I would have continued to argue with him but Mator, the dog, is too cute to pass up. Hopefully, Iqbal will let it go and surely enough, they fought until morning the second he came through the door and Mator is still here sleeping on my bed.
During my father's vacation, I had a slumber party with Spencer Funke and one of the richest kids in my school, Mortimer Goth. Mortimer stopped by and left before we went to sleep so Spencer and I had a pillow fight and played video games. VJ made tofu dogs before his date with his girlfriend, Lisa Bunch, so we snacked then headed to bed. We became the best of friends that night.
VJ came home and told us all about how hot his date was. He and Lisa went to the winter festival, got their faces painted and took a picture at the photo tent. They went to see Facekicker 4: In Your Face at the theater then had dinner at the diner by our house. A knock came to the door and VJ's face fell. Apparently the love birds went to egg the Martinez's home and they called the police. Lesson learned, don't egg your neighbors' homes, they know where you live.