“Dancia, you are not allowed to talk back to me.” Mom told her daughter.
Dancia wondered if she should go on. “Well, I’ve already gotten dressed and it’s Saturday and this is like, the only day I’ve got free time to go so please let me have Ice Cream for breakfast. Just this once.” Dancia pleaded.
Mom thinned her eyes at Dancia. “No.”
Dancia frowned. Guess she wasn’t meeting up with Kyra anymore. “Fine! I’ll just go later then.”
“You won’t be going later either,” Mom said, putting fruit salad on three plates. “You’re not going on any part of the day for talking back to me. You should have known better than that.
And so, Dancia was angry because she couldn’t go to the Ice Cream shop, near tears even, and so she ran upstairs and didn’t even have breakfast.
Over at Kyra’s house, things weren’t much different. Kyra practically skipped downstairs and asked as innocently as possible “Dad? Can you puh-lease take me to the new Ice Cream shop down the street so I can meet up with Dancia?”
“I don’t think so, kiddo,” her father said, taking a bite of his breakfast bagel.
Kyra frowned. She had put on her new pink shirt with the red hearts on it, her stylish fitting dark blue jeans and sunglasses for her trip to be canceled? No way. She was too stylish for cancellations.
“What!? Why can’t you take me?” she asked her father, who seemed to be paying more attention to his phone games than to her.
“Because, you’ve been getting bad grades in school. You think you can just get a C- in reading and be good to go to an Ice Cream shop?”
“But Dad!” Kyra almost screeched. “You knew that I wanted to go to that Ice Cream shop the moment they started building it, and it’s been months and now that it’s finally open, I can’t go!?”
“As soon as you get your grades up, we’ll go.” Kyra’s Dad promised.
“What!? I hate you!” Kyra exploded.
Here we go again.
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