Jasmine
topanga went downstairs to go get some cookies. At that moment the doorbell rang. My mom and sisters went into the living room talking to whoever it was.
"oh hi it's so good to see you," I heard topanga say.
This means she was in the living room. I decided to go downstairs to get some brownies although we also had cookies.
When I got to the kitchen my dad was in there drinking whiskey. He looked up when I cam in.
"oh. Hi," he said.
"hi dad can I get you another drink or...um not or...uh...idinno," I asked.
"um no. wait...oh topanga must've...ok."
"yeah she told me you have the same thing I have."
"i. we'll talk about this later maybe."
"oh. ok."
"and you're not old enough to be pouring me a drink let alone get one for yourself."
"shawn come in here samantha just arrived," lily called.
Dad stood setting his drink on the table. He went into the living room. I'd never had whiskey and wondered what it tasted like. I went over and had a bit. It burned and tasted like cinnamon.
"where's jasmine?" mom asked right at the moment I popped a mint in my mouth.
"i think she's upstairs..."topanga replied: "jasmine!"
"jasmine come in here samantha's," lily said as I came into the living room.
"yeah I heard," I told lily.
I turned to samantha: "hi sweetie."
"hi."
"good to see you."
"yeah you too do you want a hug?"
i'd learned to ask her before giving her one.
"ok," she said.
"do you?" she whispered as she hugged me.
"yes. I could use one right now."
"ok we'll talk later."
she knew what had happened to me and knew when I wasn't ok.
"so we have brownies?" samantha asked.
Mom smiled. Everyone in our family liked brownies.
"yeah should be in the kitchen," she said.
Which reminded me i'd meant to have one.
We all went into the kitchen.