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= Unfair! = By Lauren Nickell

The quiet singing of birds awakened me in the morning; sunlight warming me through the window, creating my green walls to a light almost yellow color. Dust specks floated in the air, flashing and dancing with the colors of the rainbow, twirling and spinning magnificently around my room. I yawned, and streched, pulling my hand back fast as my fist hit the corner of my stone windowsill much harder then necessary, if it was ever supposed to hit the windowsill in the first place. Picking up the nearest book I opened it and started reading.

Later that mornning 

“YES!” I heard someone yell, and then that annoying sound of my dog, Beamer, crawling out from under my mom and dad's bed. I knew there was going to be more yelling and maybe even some of my little brother's, Matthew, happy skip-ish kind of thing. I sighed and set my book down reluctantly. I was just starting __The Sight__ a new book in one of my favorite series. Swinging my legs slowly over the side of my bed and pushing myelf up I realized that the sun had rosen and it had gone past my window, I hadn't noticed the time that passed and walked out of my room, turning on the light and realizing that it had been off before, and turned it off as it origanally was. As I slowly made my way down the hallway my cat, Lucky, shot out from the bathroom in front of me just before I could squish her. “Really?” I heard my older brother grumble, appearing from the top of the stairs straight in front of me. “Right when its hard to get back up!People must not understand Sundays” he rubbed his eyes drowsily and walked into the kitchen, I walked in from the entry way closest to me. Matthew was looking down at an envolope grinning as if he had just won one-hundred dollars. “What's that?” I asked, staring at the small paper in his hands that he had just pulled out of the envolope. There was a picture of a cartoon building and some wacky design around it. Balloons of red,blue,green and orange covered the paper along with strings and confetti. At the top of the card it said 'Your Invited!' in large, bold letters. “Huh,” I said, suddenly losing intrest. Matthew had been invited to many parties lately, and as I stood in the kitchen watching Matthew happily jump around smiling and asking mom and dad if he could go, I felt like my stomach was tightening and I pressed my arms tightly to my sides.

The image of Matthew laughing and smiling in a bumber car filled my mind, his face was carefree and bright, it blocked out the backround of people, at least they weren't as focused in as he was. The picture seemed so vivid! Almost to vivid. Then it changed. Now it showed Matthew at his latest trip to Hudson's-his best friend- house. He was yelling and laughing as he ran up to Hudson with his bag, it would have been nice to watch except for the quickly increasing feeling of being squeezed into nothing in my stomach. But then the image slipped away like butter, and I frowned. “That is SO unfair!” I suddenly said, a little to loud. I was supposed to mutter it, but anger got the best of me. I crossed my arms as my dad turned to look at me and I made my expression to a dark, kind of evil and angry face. “How is that unfair?” dad asked, looking confused. Instead of being smart and saying nevermind I opened my mouth and once again spoke louder then neccasarry.

“He ALWAYS has friends over or hes ALWAYS somewhere with them!” I waved my hands in the air and let them drop. All I wanted to do was go back into my room and read. But somehow my feet stayed glued to the spot and my eyes stayed staring angrily at my dad.

“You have your friends over too,” dad stated, almost matter-of-factly. It only made the tightening feeling increase further. Really I didn't other then my neighbor Brooke and ocasonally I'd run into someone at a store or shop and we would set up a play-date. That wasn't very often. “Yes, I have Brooke,” I said, “thats a LOT of people dad,” I snapped sarcasticly, and finally turned and walked back down the hallway, shuting my door as I walked into my room. Instead of slamming the door like I wanted to my body reacted differently and shut it soft. I jumped up onto the bed, and within a single stride I crossed it and dropped into a sitting position and grabbed my book. I had forgotten to turn the light on, so I used my lamp.

I read the first sentence and I forgot about whats going on. It was like I was trapped in the book, not able to get out until it was over, though I knew that wasn't true. I ignored all other sounds, focusing on the single story. But then I heard my door open, and I looked up, back to reality.

“You don't just walk out on me Lauren” dad said, I didn't look at him, I didn't have to to know his expression. His voice gave away a number of things, one of them that he was mad. I decided not to talk back and listened, the only wise choice I could think of. “Now if you keep acting like you did before your grounded.” I suddenly realized that it looked like I was giving him the silent treatment, not the listen because its important treatment. “I'm sorry for talking to you like that, I shouldn't have and it was wrong,” I didn't want to flatter him either, that was not a good way to get out of trouble with him. It felt like I was in a strategy game now, kind of like chess. It was time to wrap it up, so I played the wining card, even before he spoke again. “I'm really sorry dad, I just thought that Matthew got more things then me, because of how many friends he's hung out with lately. I know he will have fun and it will be nice, having a day to read.” I knew it was the best I could do, and hoped it was good enough.

“ You still can't go off like that, now clean up your room and I don't want you taking a step out of it until its spotless!” he looked around, trying to make his point, then shut the door and walked away. I started, muttering pointlessly into thin air, and sighed when I realized how messy my room really was. “So unfair,” I said aloud, then a thought accured. Life is unfair, simple as that.