| Wednesday, August 20, 2008 |
| COA-ashly |
Before my mom and stepdad left to the airport to board their non-stop flight to the Philipines. Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek to reassure me that two weeks without them wont be as tough as it seems and that this is a test to see how mature i have become. I know she is happy to see me grown but at the same time shes so afraid to leave me behind, by the way her words tremble out of her mouth and her lips quievered as if a gust of icy cold wind had brushed her neck, still she held my face in her hands and stared me straight in the eye and said "Think before you do".
Little did i know that those four short words would mean so much to me during the course of those two weeks. Though i knew i was going to miss her i was excited and happy they were leaving, so i smiled embraced her, exchanged a burning glare with my stepdad while he handed me two-hundred dollars which was suppose to be my "emergency" money.
Good-byes were finished and the door was shut. I waited for their silver van to pull out of the drive way as i sat next to the window. Couple secconds later when they were for sure out of site i jumped up and dashed to the nearest phone to call people up and start making plans for the weeks that lay ahead.
Later that day i had already made plans to throw a party, about 18 people were expected to arrive so i straightend the house up knowing that it will look as if a tornado had rumaged through soon after. I made sure everything we needed was available and the phone began to ring, when i answered people had started to pull up into the drive way with bags of beverages and chips. I took a deep breath and thought this through knowing the consquences that i would have to suffer if worst came to worst. I twisted the knob slowly and greeted everyone with a kiss on the cheek and "hey come in". About an hour after everyone who i had invited was there we all hung around the living room conversating and catching up with everyone. I went upstairs to check if everything was alright. After i made sure trouble was no where in site, a van of people unloaded them selves and walked up to my door. At frist i was thinking to my self , "well the more the marrier right?". WRONG. Next thing i knew music was blasting people were raging and my house was torn up just like you'd see in the movies. Yeah, of course i panicked and started yelling at everyone to calm the f*** down before i start kicking people out.
Suddenly everyone stopped and started to apologize about being such idiots and i explained to them how the care of the house would jepordize the amount of my allowance for my trip to seattle. Everyone calmed down and started to chill again and of course we had an enourmous amount of fun after i had pulled out my twister game.
The party died down aroun 2 a.m and people began to leave about half an hour later i had ten people left over who were asking if they could spend the week, i really didn't care since my parentals won't be home anytime soon. so of course i said yes and told them to go find a room to crash in.
For one whole week the agenda for each day was the same, go out to the beach, come home, party. My house was a mess inside and out. People laying anywhere knocked out on couches and my fridge was no longer stocked. I knew i had to go to store and use the emergency money for something that was such an emergency. I started to feel afraid of what may happend if my neighbors tell my parents, since i had a noise complaint the other night. I tossed that feeling behind my shoulders and made my way to the store to pick up some grocieres with my friends.
When we cam home we cooked and cleaned and tidy up the whole house and i felt relieved. There no evidence and i still have one more week to perfect everything and to make sure everything is in proper place.
When the time rolled around the corner for everyone to leave, i was left to pick up everything that was not done such as laundry , loads of dishes and of course...trash.
I did what had to be done and i searched my whole house of any thing that would rat me out and found nothing. I started to feel gulity for taking my mothers trust and faith for granted, i didn't regret anything because when the arrived home everything was normal and i did not get caught.
I wish i did think before i acted, i get feel guilty every now and then from what i have done. I sort of wished i took those four words serriously. I felt matured becuase in a way they passed me the torch of responsibility and i took advatage of it. Although the house wasn't torn down literally and everything that had to be done was done. I feel as though i didn't fully deserve it but i knew that as a young adult i'd have to live with it. |
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