New Year's
"Daddy, how much longer will the fireworks last? I think you're going overboard with it!" Linda giggled with her cousin, Cindy, while they watched the family's annual fireworks from the Linda's balcony. "Uh-uh! No way am I going to stop! You liked them since they were little, and I know you still like them now! So quit nagging my arrogant daughter!" Linda's dad, David, yelled back. "My gosh, they do this every single year and it always lasts like three hours. Will they ever stop?" Cindy sighed. Linda grinned. "Probably until they're eighty. It's from all the coffee they drink from our family's shop." "If they still have the strength to shoot fireworks on and on like this, why can't they manage the shop anymore?" Cindy pouted. "Maybe they think we're wise enough." Linda suggested while playing with her dyed light-brown hair. "At twenty?" "Well, it's the two of us, which makes our decisions more wiser. I mean, we did learn at a young age."
"That is true you know." Both of the girls turned around to see Cindy's mom leaning against the balcony door. "Hi mom. I thought you were down helping dad shoot fireworks." Cindy said. " I got tired. Your dad runs around too much. Plus I was wondering where you two were." Linda smiled. "Sorry aunt Gina. We always come up here." "I know." Gina smiled back. "Why don't you girls come downstairs with the family for a little bit?" "But they're not done with the fireworks yet." Cindy said confusingly. "Actually, we're going to end early this year. Come on down and I'll tell you why." Linda and Cindy looked at each other for a moment and then turned back and followed Gina downstairs.
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[Cindy's POV]
I started to walk down the spiral staircase and peeked into the living room to see all of my family members sitting in an awkward silence. Linda nudged me. "Do you know what's going on?" I shook my head. She sighed. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I walked over to a white leather sofa and sat between my mom and grandma, while Linda sat with her parents.
My mom spoke up first. "Okay, so there's something we've been meaning to tell you. And I'm pretty sure you won't agree on it, but once you give it a try it'll all work out. I promise." a million thoughts ran around my head while I looked around to try to read everyone's faces. I turned to my grandma as soon as she spoke. "Cindy, this was very hard for us, so please accept it for us. Your family that is." "Okay, then what is it?" I asked. I heard my dad take a deep breath. He then walked over to me and knelt down to be at eye level with me. "Honey, you're getting… married." My eyes widened in shock and my mouth gaped in horror. I automatically turned to face Linda and mouthed 'help!', but she was just shocked as I was. I really wish I can run away and never come back now! But I didn't have to run… I stood, forcing my dad to stand up too. " I-I don't want to listen anymore. I just need to take a walk then I'll continue with this conversation later." I fast walked to the door and ran out without thinking. I started walking again when I passed the mansion's gates.
Is this a joke?
It has to be right?
They wouldn't do this.
But then maybe they what's good for me- No! I don't see any good thing about it. I- "Ow!" I stumbled backwards and realized I bumped into a stranger and made him drop his ice cream cone, but I continued walking like I didn't have the slightest idea of what I was doing. "Hey! Who do you thin-" "Sorry!" I yelled sourly. I'm not in the mood and who knows if I'll ever be the same again. So with my bitter attitude, I strolled around the neighborhood for an hour and returned back to Linda's mansion. When I walked into the porch light, I finally noticed that I had gotten ice cream on my blouse and high heels- and they were both new!
Oh God, why me?
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