Thirteen- Ordinary Day…
"Allison, slow down!"
"Not a chance Gokey!"
They ran around and around over and over again.
"And for the fifth time straight, Allison has won the 5 lap run around the mansion…" I yelled. After four repeats of the same thing, it was boring. I can't believe that they actually talked me into helping them with their little competition…
"No fair!" Danny panted. "I'm old!"
Everyone laughed at him.
"No, seriously! She's 23. I'm 29!"
"Calm down Danny," Kris comforted him as he patted him on the back.
"I wish I was younger…"
"Oh well. It's getting late. Who's making dinner?" I asked, trying to steer Danny away from challenging Allison like he did the last four times he lost to her fast, young legs.
"I'll cook," Adam volunteered.
"NO" we all replied back. We couldn't stand another meal of burnt… whatever mystery food he cooked! He might be able to handle it, but the eight other stomachs couldn't…
"I'll cook," Caylee volunteered, saving us from another night of food poisoning.
After dinner, we all went to bed. Nothing exciting. Just another day in the mansion we called home.