Why does this day have to be so boring? I'm just sitting here at my desk doodling stupid drawings in the wood. God, I hate being in trouble, and I didn't even do anything.
"Emma, It's time for dinner!" mom called. I sigh and drag myself down the stairs of my house. When I arrive at the Kitchen table my father had already been sitting. I look over to see my mother making plates full of food. Come, on Emma say something. Anything to get you off of punishment. Suprisingly I don't and I just sit across from my father who had been staring down at the table since I entered. I knew they were disappointed and I understood why, I just didn't think the punishment was right. It was to cruel for my parents. I am grounded for 2 and a half months, they took my laptop, my phone, my ipad, and disconected all the tvs except for there's. Plus, I had to go to the old womens home for the 2 and a half months to help them do whatever they do. WITH MY MOM! I mean I didn't mind it until I noticed I was going at the same time and date as my mom.
When my mother comes over baring plates, my father snaps out of his thoughts. She passed me a plate and for a while we sat there in silence.
"So, Emma how was your day?" she asked. I looked into her brown eyes and It was hard to stay mad at her, she was only human.
"Good, I guess." I answer. She gives me a small smile and then goes back to eating her food.
Silence.
"Oh, yeah! David I got a call from Leroy today and he said he could need some help, moving the wood at the shop."
"Yeah, I can help, when?"
"Saturday!"
"Okay."
Silence. Oh my god this family is so boring. Most parents enjoy conversations with there 18 year olds, but mine act like it was embarrasing to sit in the same room with me.
"Oh, my god you guys, are so boring. If the only thing you can think to say is 'hows your day' or 'Bla Bla Bla Work' then you clearly don't know how to be in a conversation." I say just as loudly as a scream. They both look at me and my dad lets out a loud annoyed sigh.
"You, want to talk, then lets talk," my dad says. I know he's about to bring it up. "What the hell, were you doing at a freakin' party til' 3 o'clock in the morning?" I groan in frustration and roll my eyes. "There was beer and drugs-"
"Drugs, there was no drugs. Why do you expect the worst from me?"
"The worst from you, Your mother and I have always put our expectations high, but all parents do that."
"No, all parents don't ground there children for 2 months and make them go work for old lady's!" I am now on my feet.
"Oh, well would you also want to explain the pictures that were on your phone?" My mother joins in.
"What, you went through my phone! What the Hell is wrong with you?" I yell.
"Watch, you language, younge lady. Now go to your room!" Dad yelled at me.
"Gladly." I turn on my heals and rush up the stairs. Once I get to my room I slam the door. WHAT THE HELL?