HURRAY!!!!!!!! BRANDY THE FLESH-EATING DEMON IS LEAVING THE COUNTRY TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!! [preferably forever]
Finally, after all these days of heartache after heartache, I have something to look forward to. Seeing the back of my devilish cousin sister for the last time as she makes her way into the duty free area of the JFK is going to be one of the highlights of my [otherwise sucky] summer.
Talking about holiday highlights, I have exactly one delicious week left before I am part if the party-going, sleep-till noon-ing, parent-back-answering gang, also known as “The Teens.” I shudder to think of the day.
Which is why I have decided to compose a poem in honour of my remaining days as a pre-13 kid;
What I would give to turn twelve again
To have one year extra still left
Before I start talking back to my ‘rents
And maybe even practising theft
How I wish I hadn’t squandered my time
On unimportant things
Because I’m SO not ready for teenagehood
And everything it brings
Most of my friends are already thirteen
They try to soothe me down
When I start blabbering on being a teen
And my face is set in a frown
But there’s only so much that they can do
So much they can persuade
One cannot fluff up the bed
If it doesn’t want to be made
All I REALLY want to do right now
Is scream; just SCREAM
Because if there’s one thing I don’t want to be
It’s definitely thirteen
Did I SERIOUSLY just compare my buddies inability to convince me that being a year more than twelve isn’t a crime to doing up a BED???
Shoot me. Please shoot me.