1 Annoyed

This is my story of how patience can lead to something you can never expect. It may be hard to be patient when you're in such a hard situation but it's worth it when you wait. Listen carefully and learn a lesson...

It was a casual evening in the boring house of Mr Anderson (my dad). I was sat in my room scribbling playfully in my doodle book. My dark ballpoint sketches impressed me. I felt the textured lines with my hands. Then I looked up. My room looked shabby. I'm not a tidy person and i'm never really bothered to tidy it up. Anyway, my mum called me downstairs for dinner. Mum had actually ordered a takeaway pizza which happens most of the time. There are only 3 people in our family ( Mum, Dad and me). So I guess its pretty normal for that sort of food to be in my house.

I made my way downstairs and sat opposite my Dad. He's a pleasant person. He donates a lot of money towards cancer charities even though he knows we don't have enough money for our ourselves.

" Dad? How was work?"

" Good my dear."he said, looking up at the clock.

For a second I thought he was in a bit of a mood as usual, but then he turned to Mum and grinned.

They aren't usually that friendly to each other, I thought.

Mum bought 2 cans of Pepsi and set them on the side of the dining table.

The pizza mum orders are the best! I always relish every bite. She had got a Hawaiian surprise pizza. It would be filled with glossy black olives, I was sure!

''We can start eating now.'' Mum said, opening the box. The air filled with the exotic toasty scent, which I was aways so used to. Mum grinned at Dad again. Why were they smiling so much?

As mum reached out for my plate I thrust the plate down with my fingers waiting to see what mum would do. I still wanted to find out why they were being nice to each other all of a sudden. She looked at me and smiled.

" Let go of the plate, darling."

She was cool. Usually, she would have given me a sharp look or just snatched the plate of me. But she didn't.

"Mum, Dad, I want to know what's going on. Why you're acting... different."

I waited for mum or dad to start speaking. They didn't, so I decided to get up and go to my room. I didn't even make it to the stairs yet when Mum got out of her chair.

" Don't you want pizza?"

I chuckled and walked back to the chair. I always joke like that. Dad smiled at me.

He looked at me as I grabbed my pepperoni slice.

" We... actually had something to tell you." He said, reaching for a cheesy slice.

I shifted about in my chair, while Mum smiled excessively.

"I knew it! There IS something you've been trying to tell me!''

"Ok, listen carefully. Your mum and I have been working for really long and we've really been working hard,'' Dad hesitated. Then he spoke up. ''So we organised a trip to... Fiji."

I'd always wanted to visit Fiji!!!

"Yesssss! I've always wanted to go there! Yes! Won't we have fun? Oh... Myyy Goddd!"

All the time I was cheering with satisfaction, Mum was looking at Dad and Dad was looking at Mum.

They wouldn't speak.

" Yes! When are we going?" I grinned.

"Um... we're so sorry darling - but you're not going with us."

It was a joke! It had to be. They couldn't just leave me here. When I looked back up at them, they were smiling to each other. So that meant I was coming? To be truthful, I am a very competitive person. I always try to get my own way for the best. So I had to be serious about this matter that Mum and Dad had brought up.

"Can you please just tell me straight up... what is going on with this... Fiji thing!?"

Mum pouted at me like I was a challenging, lippy girl.

"First of all, that's not a way to speak to your parents. Second of all don't get so excited when you haven't heard the full news. Thirdly, we have worked up to this amount of cash just so your Dad and I could take a break!" Mum said chucking her slice on her plate in anger. An olive rolled in front of me. I squashed it in despair.

''Dad! How could you let Mum do that?'' I asked, clearly on the verge of tears. Maybe Dad would change his mind. He'd always been more kinder than Mum.

Dad sighed and reached out for a second slice of pizza.

Mum thought I was getting rude and Dad looked quite disappointed, but it wasn't like that! I just wanted to know about this trip and why I wasn't going to go.

I guess I just got upset by the looks my parents were giving me and the silence, so I just got up and headed back to my room. Tears fell down into my white-collared dress, as I rushed up the stairs. I just didn't want to face my parents.

How could they do this to me?

1 hour later, Dad came up to my room and saw me lying face down. My room lights were switched off and Dad didn't switch them on them as he came in.

" Lyne. Lyne. You don't have to cry.'' He murmured. I felt the warmth of his hand as he placed it on my shoulder.

Little did he know, I wasn't crying. I was just sniffling because I felt sad. I sniffle when I'm sad or annoyed.

"You're not asleep are you Lyne?" he asked.

"No, Dad," I replied reluctantly.

He told me that we needed to talk tomorrow and with that, he went back into his own room.