going through the window
so i decided to skip school yesterday. i accomplished nothing at all. i took my sister to barnes and noble. then i took her to eat at islands. after that, i wanted to meet up with my mom. but she would not pick up her phone. so i decided to hang out at my old house for a while. then my mother finally picked up her phone, and off we went to meet up with her. this is where it gets bad...
i leave the keys in the house. i have no way of leaving. i sat in the car for a while. pondering on what i should do next. the smart person that i am decided that I, fevie rose evangelista, will look for an open window/door. i have no luck. i had no idea what i was going to do. all i knew was that i HAD to get those keys. so i call the woman that gave birth to me, and i ask her for advice. theres a window with no window but a wood over it (dont ask) and my mother adviced that i have my small, tiny, puny, sister go through it as i lift it a little bit open. of course this task isnt a very easy job but i do it anyway. this is where i admit that i am not a very strong person, and i find out that my sister is afraid of spiders, but who isnt? so i lift the wood a little bit, enough that kaylia can go through... then i pick up my sibling, and put her in between the wood, and the open space where she can go through. but she would not budge. and if she did move, she moved away from the one thing that can erase this agony that i was going through. she did not want to sqeeze in for there was a spider. i try to get her in a couple of times, but we needed team work, and between her and i, i was the only one who wanted to work together, i was the only one who wanted to leave, i was the only one who cared about those keys!!! i call my mother a couple of times to try to get her to talk to kaylia. and at this point, kaylia kept saying, "no! i dont want to do it." those words still hurt me. you see, during these times of trouble, i wanted to yell at her, i wanted to tell her that i want those keys. i wanted to tell her that she needs to work with me in order for us to leave, but the 3 year old just hated spiders, and i couldnt yell, because everytime i try, i just end up laughing. i just end up picturing ourselves, and we look very, very, very sad. i try one more time. i held my breath. i keep my eyes wide open. i lift that wood. i lift her. then i tell her to get her feet in. go! go! go! and oh my god! SHE'S IN. little people have use after all! the smart midget went to the front door and unlocked it. i was a very happy girl. i ran inside, got my keys. and got the hell out of there. THE END.
i leave the keys in the house. i have no way of leaving. i sat in the car for a while. pondering on what i should do next. the smart person that i am decided that I, fevie rose evangelista, will look for an open window/door. i have no luck. i had no idea what i was going to do. all i knew was that i HAD to get those keys. so i call the woman that gave birth to me, and i ask her for advice. theres a window with no window but a wood over it (dont ask) and my mother adviced that i have my small, tiny, puny, sister go through it as i lift it a little bit open. of course this task isnt a very easy job but i do it anyway. this is where i admit that i am not a very strong person, and i find out that my sister is afraid of spiders, but who isnt? so i lift the wood a little bit, enough that kaylia can go through... then i pick up my sibling, and put her in between the wood, and the open space where she can go through. but she would not budge. and if she did move, she moved away from the one thing that can erase this agony that i was going through. she did not want to sqeeze in for there was a spider. i try to get her in a couple of times, but we needed team work, and between her and i, i was the only one who wanted to work together, i was the only one who wanted to leave, i was the only one who cared about those keys!!! i call my mother a couple of times to try to get her to talk to kaylia. and at this point, kaylia kept saying, "no! i dont want to do it." those words still hurt me. you see, during these times of trouble, i wanted to yell at her, i wanted to tell her that i want those keys. i wanted to tell her that she needs to work with me in order for us to leave, but the 3 year old just hated spiders, and i couldnt yell, because everytime i try, i just end up laughing. i just end up picturing ourselves, and we look very, very, very sad. i try one more time. i held my breath. i keep my eyes wide open. i lift that wood. i lift her. then i tell her to get her feet in. go! go! go! and oh my god! SHE'S IN. little people have use after all! the smart midget went to the front door and unlocked it. i was a very happy girl. i ran inside, got my keys. and got the hell out of there. THE END.