(AFTER BREAKFAST!!)

We place our plates in the sink, walk to the living room, and have a family movie marathon that includes everything from Mickey Mouse and Disney to The Boondock Saints and Zombieland.

I saw dad yawn, which made me yawn, and mom saw, so she yawns. So, we just kept yawning. "Okay, no more!" I shouts as I cover mom and dads mouths. And God is against this idea because I yawn, and mom slaps her hand on my mouth.

"If fink dinna, den fed." Dad says. Translation: I think dinner, then bed. Yes, I speak mumble. I nodd and got up from the couch, walk to the kitchen and look around. I'm in the mood for BBQ. I walk back to my parents.

"I think we should have a barbecue." I look at their faces and they are puzzled. "Tomorrow, of course." They still look confused. "Don't you watch like, Sherlock Holmes stuff? It's like pitch black outside." Finally they got it.

"Okay. I think that's a good idea, we haven't had one in what? Two years. Wow, that long?" Mom says.

"Okay, cool. But what about dinner tonight?" A new male voice says.

I spun around and look at him. Jack was sitting in the brown leather recliner. "When did you get here?" My parents and I shout at him.

"About when that movie with Johnny Depp, who is a bad boy and falls in love with a 'square', and turns her into a bad girl. And he gets arrested, and the girl busts him out of jail. I have to say, for a girls lovey-dovey movie, it's pretty good. I think I like Johnny Depp, wasn't he the hilarious guy in that pirate movie?" He says.

I sigh. "Yes, and the first one is Cry Baby and the second one is Pirates Of The Caribbean. I like Johnny Depp too, he's a really good actor, he's funny, and all the movies he is in are good."

"Whatever we do, we need to eat quick, because it's like mid-night." I say.

"What? It can't be that late. Are you sure?" Jack asks. I remember there's a kitty clock in the kitchen. You know the clocks, there a black cat and the eyes and tail move from side to side. I check the time on the clock.

"It's 11:47." I say.

"Wow." Dad whispers.

"I'm having Mac & Cheese!" Jack shouts.

"We can all have Mac & Cheese. It's easy to make, quick to eat, yummy, and it's really late. I’ll go make some." I say walking into the kitchen, not waiting for a response.

After I make the Mac & Cheese and everyone eats, we say goodnight and go to bed. I change out of my clothes and into a black batman t-shirt and blood red booty shorts. What? Not like anyone will see me. I crawl into my black, neon green, and bright red bed and fall asleep.

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Sorry, it's short!

~Aimee/Flea