As I sit at the kitchen table, my mother and father are on the other side arguing back and forth, trying to decide what punishment I deserved. I couldn’t help it but I was happy with the outcome of my actions. Of course, smiling from ear to ear didn’t help the situation at all, but this was all part of the plan. Things around the house haven’t been going very well. My mother didn’t really do her best with cooking anymore. Instead of decorating the plate like they do on the TV show “Chopped”, she just threw our food on there. Good thing no one was OCD about their food touching. My dad was always on the couch watching television with a beer in his hand. He was never out in the shed working like he always was. You could feel the tension between them and it wasn’t the “honeymoon” tension, it was “I am going to kill you if you don’t leave me alone” tension. For me being a seven year old, I pick up on these things. I may be young and into pealing glue off my hand after it dries but I see the dirty looks my dad gives when mom doesn’t have the house clean and the eye rolls my mom does when dads drinking all the time. The most significant thing that I did notice was that I wasn’t getting any attention and that was about to change.
My mom paid a fortune for a treadmill because she wanted to start getting in “shape” for summer but really she just liked the attention she was getting from the sales guy. Well, the rule of the house no one was to look at it, touch it or breathe on it. What parent tells their child not to look, touch or breathe on something? It just makes the child want to do it even more. And that’s what I did. I came home from school and neither mom nor dad was home. So, I looked, touched ...
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... against the wall, and they were all waiting for me. I could feel my face go pale and my knee became weak.
“Jessica, we need you to point out which safety patrol student that has been hitting you with their belt.” As the principle said in a worried tone.
I looked at her, the assistant principle, my parents, the scary men in black suits and the long line of safety patrol boys and with a smile I said “SIKE!”
The After Math
So, that’s why I’m sitting here at the kitchen table listening to my parent argue on what punishment they are going to give me. I was enjoying myself honestly because this was the first time we had all sat at the table together in a long time. We were finally having some quality family time. Besides the point that I am going to be punished and will probably become homeschooled and never get to see the light of day again. It was worth it though.
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