Am I Lying?

1.
My birthday is the 30th day of September. Well, for my first birthday party I was excited. I was turning one year old. During my party I actually was enjoying myself. Then my mother became sick. Of course I didn’t know what was going on; I was only one.

My mother started screaming and hollering for no apparent reason. I’m sure someone knew what was wrong with her. Suddenly, there was a huge pile of water on the floor. “Oh gosh! My mother drank too much water!”

We had to rush to the hospital so the doctors could fix my mother. When she went back there she was still screaming to the top of her lungs. I actually heard her in the waiting room. When I was allowed to go back there, I was shocked as can be.

They gave my mother another baby! It was a girl and she was crying for no reason. “Why did they give my mother a new baby? She already has me!” Then they say she is my sister. Now I have a sister born on the same day as me. This was officially the worst day ever. I couldn’t even have a descent first birthday party. To this day I will forever be upset.


2.
Last year my mother made my sisters and I attend a church every Monday. We didn’t know anyone there neither did we want to participate in any of their activities. We could not talk her out of making us go or anything. So we always went but never participated in anything.

By the time summer came around, they decided to go to a Christian camp called Kids Across America (KAA). To my good fortune, my mother made my sister and I go, despite the fact that we knew no one. The camp was in Missouri on a large land. It was a place for children to go do sports and Christian activities. Because of my sister’s age she was in a different section than I. I never saw her through the entire week that we were there.

The whole time that I was there I did not do anything. I didn’t eat, play sports, or participate none whatsoever. The last day came for everyone to go home and I was talking and was smiling like never before. I was so excited to go home. Everyone knew my real attitude then. They knew that I was not stuck up and mean. They realized that I was actually a nice person and just didn’t want to be there at all. That was my worst week of any summer.

3.
When I was in middle school my sisters and I used to always go over our grandmother’s house. But for some reason we never like it over there. My mother said we were too young to stay at home alone so we had no choice. Some days we even had to spend the night due to my mother’s obsessive working disorder. [She never knew when to stop working.]

One night when the three of us spent the night, we treated it like a slumber party. We just wanted to make it fun since neither of us wanted to be there. So we had pizza, watched movies and stayed up late as possible. We actually had fun that night.

The next morning I was the first to wake up. When I went to use the restroom, I was shocked. It seems that my left eyebrow was missing. “Where did it go?” I was very upset. My eyebrow was actually gone.

So, I went to wake up everyone so I can figure who cut/shaved off my eyebrow. My youngest sister was upset. My next to the youngest sister actually laughed. She was the only one who laughed. It seems that she shaved off my eyebrow. Although she never admitted it, everyone knew she did it. But there was nothing I could do about it now.

I knew it would take a while to grow back. For a long time I had to walk around with one eyebrow.