So, if you didn't know, my little brother and sister and I moved in with my grandparents about three years ago. This happened because my mother died in a car accident and my father was too horrible to take care of us.
Also, if you didn't know, old people are hard to live with. These are, atleast. They're so old-fashioned and stingy. Seriously, I'm allowed to stay with my friends once a month, MAYBE.
Of course, since I'm the oldest, I'm the one stuck doing all the chores. I'm the one with all the responsibility. I'm not allowed to act like a kid; I'm not allowed to enjoy my youth. I've always gotta be cleaning something, or watching my sister, or cooking. It's crap.
Rebekah, the little sister, is now 10. Her only worries are what her Barbies are going to wear. She's pretty much spoiled and she never has to do anything.
Johnny, the little brother, is 15. He's a totally different story. At first, he got treated the same way I did. I mean the whole "not being able to go anywhere" thing. Then, he started yelling a lot, and threatening to run off, and saying he wanted to live somewhere else. So, my grandmother changed her thoughts on him. He gets to go visit his friends every weekend, and go to his friends everyday after school. Sometimes, he even gets to go off without telling them. Does he get in trouble? No. Not one freakin bit. On the other hand, if I walked out of my yard without a complete explanation of where I'm going and how long I'm gonna be there, I get screamed at for not doing work.
Sometimes, after school, I have creative writing club meetings. I've learned to ask my grandfather to pick me up from these. Just merely mentioning something like this in front of my grandmother would cause her to nearly have a heart attack.
Today, she informed me and my brother that we had to clean our rooms before we did anything. So, always obliging, I picked up a lot of stuff. After that, I jumped on the trampoline with my sister for a bit, and then hopped on the laptop. As I was putting the groceries away, she told me I needed to clean up tomorrow. She insulted me and said, "Anyone can see how trashy this place looks." I asked her why I'm the only one she complains about not doing anything. So she totally goes into a fit and tells me to do nothing tomorrow except sit on my___.
The horrible thing about it is that my only official chore is doing laundry, which I do keep up with. What she was talking about was the kitchen, which has nothing to do with me. Rebekah, Johnny, and I wash our dishes as soon as we're through with them. Somehow, there are still dishes piled in the sink. So, they've gotta be my grandparent's, right? Just cause you're old, I'm not gonna clean your crap up. You're active enough to have two jobs, you should be active enough to wash your own friggin plates. The rule applies to us, why doesn't it apply to you? And why on Earth should I have to wash the pots and pans that YOU used to cook, especially if I didn't eat any of your crappy food.
Which brings me to the next thing. You're always complaining about how I'm overweight? Why don't you learn to cook a variety of foods? Healthy ones, at that. I swear, the only things we eat are hamburgers, spaghetti, and macaroni and cheese. And even those are gross. The mac&cheese is always over-cooked and mushy; the spaghetti is too saucy (not even the good kind) and has no meat whatsoever; and a lot of times, the hamburgers are burnt on the outside but still raw on the inside.
What on Earth are you going to do once I go off to college next year? No matter how much you try to keep me here, I'm definitely leaving. Doesn't matter how many student loans I have to get. I'm either staying on campus, or living with someone close by. There's absolutely no way I'm staying here longer than I have to. It's the only thing I have to look forward to, at the moment.
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