Chapter 8

N-O spells No

I was still sitting at the cash register with my head in my hands when I heard Mommy's voice. "KAREN BREWER!"

I jumped at the sound of her screaming. Mommy did not need to scream at me. She was the one who was wrong here. I was right because I deserved to have what I wanted from Club G and I deserved to have her pay for all of it.

"Karen! I left you in the playroom. How did you get out and what is going on here?" Mommy did not look happy with me but I did not care. It was all her fault I was in this mess. The look on Mommy's face made me realized I had better not say anything so I clamped my mouth shut.

The cashier explained to Mommy what had happened and Mommy looked angrier with me as she heard the cashier's side. Of course she did not ask to hear my side of things and that made me angry too. I still did not say anything because I had a feeling Mommy would spank me then and there if I did. Mommy did not buy the things I had selected. Instead, she pulled me by my arm back to the toddler playroom. I kicked and hit but Mommy is much stronger than I am. She is also much bigger and fatter.

"My daughter escaped from your playroom. I feel that is a safety hazard. Please try to keep a better eye on her." Mommy snapped at the loser running the baby jail.

Then Mommy turned to me and screamed right in my face. I was gigundoly mad. "KAREN BREWER! I do not know what you were trying to pull. You will not be spending any money on anything at Club G today. You will be staying here while the rest of us go to the café for lunch. You can eat something once I get you back to your father's house. I am recommending that he put you back on severe punishment due to your antics. I did not raise you to be a spoiled, dishonest brat and I do not think your father did either. I will not allow you to ruin the day for your friends so we will come and get you after our day is over."

Mommy stormed off and I stuck my tongue out at her fat behind as she left. I do not understand her since I do not deserve to be punished at all for this. I will get my Club G merchandise no matter what Mommy says. I just have to think of a plan.

I spotted a stack of paper and a box of Club G color crayons on a table. Since I was stuck in the baby jail and the jerk running it was watching me like a hawk this time, I figured I could find an alternative way to entertain myself by brainstorming ideas on how to get my Club G merchandise.

I poised a red crayon above the paper while I thought of an idea. I thought and I thought but only one idea came into my head. That idea was to shoplift. Shoplift means stealing. I could not steal. I would get in a lot of trouble. I pouted but then I had another though. It is not like I had never stolen before. One time my daddy gave my stepsister Kristy an heirloom pin and I stole it and lost it. I was mad because she is only his fake daughter so she should be happy that he even lets her eat crumbs and have a spot on the floor to sleep on. All of Daddy's riches should go to me.

On the other hand, stealing could get me in a lot of trouble and then my parents would never buy anything at Club G for me. Stealing had to be a last resort after I'd exhausted my other options. At first I thought I had done that but then I realized that I had a few other choices. First I could try asking my daddy and see if maybe he was feeling more generous than Mommy. Second, I could try earning money with KHN again. Third I could try to borrow money from the rest of my family. Fourth I could steal from them if they would not loan it to me. Fifth was the option to sneak to Club G and shoplift. I had a pretty good plan in place I felt. I hoped it would not come down to shoplifting but if it did it is because desperate times call for desperate measures. I would do whatever it took to get my hands on the Club G merchandise that was rightfully mine.

I was still mulling over my options when Hannie, Nancy and our mommies showed up. Mommy was still mad at me which was annoying since she should have just gotten over it by now. Honestly since I was innocent she should have been coming to me with a bag full of gifts and a big apology but she did not. Hannie and Nancy had bought things but they had not bought anything for me. I do not think they knew I was being punished. If they had known I am sure they would have bought me presents.

Mommy did not say anything to me. She just took my arm and we walked out to the car. I was gigundoly hungry but I did not want Mommy to embarrass me by yelling at me in front of my friends if I asked for food. Maybe Hannie and Nancy did know since they were not talking either. In fact, everyone was being very quiet.

The ride home was very depressing and quiet. Hannie, her mommy and I got out in the big house driveway. I watched them walk across the street. Mommy got out of the car and marched up to the door of the big house. I scurried after her. I did not know why Mommy was walking to the door with me. She usually just drops me off and stays in the car. Mommy was so angry I did not want to ask questions.

Mommy rung the doorbell and Daddy answered it. He came so quickly that he must have seen us pull up. "What is going on?" He asked Mommy.

"Thanks to Karen, the trip to Club G was a disaster. Her behavior was atrocious. I think we need to talk about a suitable consequence for how she behaved." Mommy told him.

"Well I think we should talk without Karen since you look very angry. Karen, go to your room please and I will let you know when your mother and I are done talking." Daddy gave me a look that said I better not argue.

But I could not resist asking Mommy, "Are you and Daddy going to decide when you are going to buy my presents from Club G? I think we should go back after I am not in trouble anymore since I did not get anything today and I really deserve something since Hannie and Nancy got things."

Mommy sighed, "Karen, I have already told you that you are not getting anything. N-O spells no. Please go to your room now."

I ran up the stairs to my room. I forced myself to fake cry on the way up there. Maybe tears would make them feel sorry for me. I was just sorry that my room was too far away to eavesdrop. I sat on my bed to wait for my sentencing.