"Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh ! You can't get married !" I shout, my eyes filled to the brink with tears and my face red in anger. I literally just met the guy not two days ago. Now, she, my sister, wants to marry him. My mom and dad had known about this for months, and my three obnoxious brothers all have known for a few weeks.Why was I last to know ?
Esie didn't look like she was sure what to say next, her big beautiful brown eyes showing it. She sat down on our vintage sofa which looked like a cat tore it up. (We don't have a cat or a dog or any animals for that matter) I didn't want to hear her say a word. I was murderously angry. She started to say something, but then paused to change the direction the conversation. "Hey, why don't we talk upstairs in your room. Later. "
" No!" I shout. My face was getting hotter every minute. It wasn't because we had almost twenty-five people, all now probably disturbed by my reaction, at the house. I could see three year old Angela run and cling to her mom, and my mom had stopped cooking to see what was going on. Esie's unlikable ( My family might digress ) boyfriend gave me hope when he started laughing out of the blue. "This is a joke right. Next thing you're going to say, " I pause, looking at the date on my cell phone. Not April 1st. I didn't believe what I was about to say next.
