“I’m bored! I want to go somewhere! To do something, anything!” I cry out as I flop down onto the couch in despair.
“Fold your laundry, then we’ll talk.” My mother calls back from the kitchen. I grunt and kick the pile on landry at the other end of the couch. After a pause, I roll off and begin my journey to entertainment. Over the running water in the kitchen I hear silverware and plates being slowly clashed together, sounding like tectonic plates. But with more metal and less lava.
“So what you’re saying, is that if I fold all of my laundry, and take my laundry upstairs to my room, we can go some were?” I ask, making sure I know the terms of our verbal contract.
“Sure, why not? But you have to get Quin to do hers too!” she said over the dishes. I roll my eyes. My little sister Quincy and I both have the day off for one reason or another, but she never dose what our mom tells her to. I take it smugly really, I can get her to do anything my parents say, but they never reinforce my methods. They always baby her, act like she’s some precious little princess. If I was as rude to them as she is, I’d be way grounded. She knows it too. Just because she’s the youngest of three she can get away with anything. I bid adieu of going anywhere, or doing anything, on my free Monday.
Nice work with the dialogue! It really added to this slice. Siblings and boredom are definite sources of inspiration!!
I think all oldest siblings feel the same way. The youngest could get away with anything!