"Why not? I think it looks cute."
"Yes, It's nice, but we are not going to Lilac's funeral!"
"Your wearing it." Mother commanded. She glided back up stairs. I was so ticked that I had to wear the stupid dress, I stabbed my teddy bear with my pocket knife. It was the 4th time this week I had been this mad. So I put on the stupid dress and some black high heels. I would have put on a pearl necklace, but people wear that to funerals too. I stomped up stairs. When saw little Cami, I felt so sorry for her that I forgot my pain over my own dress. She wore a dark violet dress, that was slim on her chest all the way down to her hips and then it puffed out about 2 feet at the bottom.
"Mckenny!" She screamed stumbling over to me. She stopped half way to me, turned around, put her hips. "Mommy, why you have to make my dress so big." She pouted.
"I told you big dresses are not right little kids." said my 16 year old brother, Rich. Mom glared at him.
"Because, come on we are going to be late." She said pushing us out the door and into our light blue, mini van.
1 comment:
WOAH! She stabbed her teddy!!! That is rather actually depresseing.
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