We’re leaving for the airport to pick up Her Brattiness in ten minutes. After we do that, Dad will drop me for my Pattern Math class. Is there any way this day could POSSIBLY get worse??
I can think of a million things I’d rather do than be driven thirty miles just to get a first glimpse of Brandy [like examining the insides of a frog with diarrhoea] but Mom didn’t want to hear it. According to her, ‘Family is family, Taylor, and you are coming to pick up your cousin whether you like it or not.’
So much for having rights!!
I didn’t even have the appetite to finish up my cereal this morning. How could I?? My life was going to be ruined by a puny little eight year old in three hours and you expected me to eat up?? What am I, superhuman??
Pattern Math Class
I got talked into this. Dad can be quite convincing when he wants to be.
It’s only a minute since the class began, but it seems like I’ve been here my whole life. It doesn’t help that there are kids directly outside this building and I can HEAR them slurp ice creams.
This is SO unfair. Why do I have to go to some stupid lesson BECAUSE my Dad wants me to?? I’m an American citizen and I have RIGHTS that I want to use [preferably before they expire]. I can’t sit around and take nonsense from everyone.
As I’m already here, there’s nothing I can do but pay attention and TRY to learn something useful. Or I could throw my notebook at the Prof’s head and while everyone’s checking out whether he’s unconscious, I could shoot out webs from my hand and glide from skyscraper to skyscraper, like Spiderman.