This story takes place in the present.
I just couldn't believe it. Mom was tired of me and my sister bickering but, that was too far. Never in my teenage life would I've thought mom would put us in time-out. So, here I am seventeen years old and in the corner. Sarah got that punishment too; she's facing the wall across the room. Mom gave us fifteen minutes and dad would be coming home from work in twenty-five minutes.
What sucked was both of us had other things to do. I was going to go hang out with the guys and Sarah was supposed to be getting ready for a date with some guy. But apparently mom didn't care about those things. Like this was more important.
Staring at the wall makes me angrier. Either it was because mom had stopped me mid-insult or I was still blowing off steam, it was hard to tell. We had been fighting about…I can't even remember anymore. But what I can recall is that, Sarah started it.
The argument began after school. The actual start was in the morning when, she nearly made me miss the bus. A string of events followed after that. You know, stuff like being late to three classes, and dropping my food at lunch, and 'tripping' in the hallway and busting my lip on a locker while walking to the bus. That kind of stuff. Oh and since my lip got messed up I had to go to the nurse causing me to miss the bus.
So she started that part and the verbal part after school. That's when I blanked out what we were saying. The insults are still fuzzy as I try to remember them now but, I can tell you they were harsh. Causing my little brother to leave the room.
Les! He's probably the one who told mom!
Did I mention that we were required to stand in the corner? Sure I don't mind standing but, doing and seeing nothing like infested my brain. Is that how the corner works? You get bored to death and act better because you don't want it to happen again? Maybe not cause, Les gets put in the corner a lot and he never changes his ways. I can remember Sarah being the same way.
I looked down at my watch. 5 more flipping minutes! I was in pure agony. See, this is the result of never being put in the corner when I was little. From the sound of it, Sarah wasn't exactly enjoying this either. All I heard from behind were sighs and her stupid foot tapping. I wouldn't have minded the foot tapping part but, she still had her shoes on. They were flats and should be flat on the ground.
"Could you not do that?" I asked over my shoulder. My voice was in a loud whisper because I didn't want mom to hear me and give me more time, while Sarah leaves. Her shoe stops. Only momentarily before she's at it again. I say thanks and she doesn't reply. She just stands there being the ice queen that she gets to be. I find it hard to believe that we're in the same family some times.
I decided not to put my mind solely on the wall in front of me. So, I started to think of my plans this weekend. Well there is-My flipping thought were interrupted. Interrupted by a giggle coming from Sarah's side of the living room.
"What on earth could you be laughing at?" I asked a little peeved. She continued for a moment longer. When she finally contained herself, out of the corner of my eye I saw her turn around.
"Nobody puts Baby in a corner." She managed out through giggles. Patrick Swayze's line from the movie Dirty Dancing. I don't know why but, I began to laugh with her. It was a stupid thing to bring up at this time but, it was all too random and funny.
The next thing I know mom comes in telling us time's up.
And that day, I didn't go with the boys to play basketball in the park. Nor did Sarah go on that date with the guy whose name was Andrew. We stayed home and hung out. We talked about school, friends and things along those lines. Les even joined us after a while.
So I and my siblings spent a Friday night not fighting, not making fun of each other and not being mean. WE just spent it together.