Teenagers
It is a beautiful day in sunny Danville, a fourty year old Isabella is sitting on the couch trying to watch the TV. This is harder than it sounds simply because her sixteen yearold daughter, Philla, was playing her music way too loud. Isabella would say something, but she knew it wasnn't going to do any good. Right now Philla was listening to Dumb Love by Sean Kingston. All of a sudden Philla's bedroom door flys open and she comes out dancing. She swings her to the beat of song as she makes her way to the kitchen. She is softly singing along as she the bread from the top the refrigarator. She quickly gets the peanut butter and jelly out and starts to make a sandwitch, still dancing.
"Hey, turn it down!" came a shout from her fifthteen yearold son, Issac, in the backyard.
"Make me Shortstuff !"
Isabella laughs a little at this, Issac was a liittle bit on the shortside. They both take after thier fathers height. Philla stopped making her sandwitch when Issac comes in from the backyard to demand she turn her music off. Isabella rolls her eyes at her children's argument. They fight with each other daily, which in retrospect is normal in a house with teenagers.
"The fireside boys are gonna be over soon and I don't want them to hear your music!"
" The fireside boys won't mind my music and you know it!"
Just then a boy with blonde hair and brown eyes walks in and asks, "Whats with all noise guys?" The two just contiued to fight. Philla noticed the boy has there and said, "Hi, Jake! Whatcha doin here?"
"W-well Issac called us over a-a-and I thought I could get here eary some you and me could hangout or something."
"Well okay but I am alittle bissy right now."
Philla and Issac kept fighting, while Jake's shoulders slumped slightly in disapointment. Isabella giggles, Philla was oblivous just like her father. Speaking of the father he finally walks in smiling wide. He sets sight on the argument in the kitchen and runs a hand through his bright red hair.
"They at it again?" The man asked.
"Yup."
Just then Philla tackles Issac and pins him down. The father clears his throat and Philla looks up at him smiling.
" Hi, Daddy!"
"Hi, sweety, would you mind getting off your brother?"
Philla gets off Issac grabbs what had made so far for a sandwitch and went back to her room. Isabella leans over and puts her head on her husband's shoulder and wispers, " Good job Phineas."