Aly
Saturday, September 30th, 1983. 7:00 am
As soon as I finished my breakfast, I got up from my chair to go to my bedroom and change. I was thinking of going out with Daria to some bad place.
"Where are you going?" Mom asked, as she looked at me. Her eyebrow was raised, and she looked like she wanted me to stay here.
"I'm gonna change. I'm going to Daria's." I tucked in my chair and turned to leave when Dad spoke up:
"You stay here. We hardly ever see you."
I turned around and looked at Dad. "I see you guys a lot."
"Aly," Mom scolded. She always hated being spoken back to. "Stay at home for once. Ever since Josh went to university, we've been feeling lonely."
"Mom," I whined. "I just wanna have fun."
Dad's eyes flared, and he stood up. Whenever he did that, it was a sign that I was in trouble.
"Young lady, you do not speak to your mother like that. Show her some respect."
"You're so overprotective!" I retorted angrily. "I just wanna do my thing."
It's not a good idea to talk like that to your parents. They would not appreciate that.
"You're grounded," Dad said through gritted teeth, "for two weeks. Everyday, you go to school and you come back home. Understood?"
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. I wanted to argue more with Dad, but that would just increase the amount of time I was grounded for. "Fine," I muttered. I was not happy.
Dad pointed to the doorway. Across that, my bedroom was there. I used to share it with Josh before he left for university. It would have been nice to have had him in there.
I turned around and walked sheepishly to my bedroom. Once I was in there, I slammed the door and sat against it. I could hear Mom and Dad talking, but I didn't know what they were saying. They were probably talking about me and Josh.
"It's not fair," I muttered under my breath. "It's not fair."