KAPPA IV Memoir - Mr. Almanzar

BY Mariam

    “Are you sure you don’t want mom to go?” he waited  impatiently. “No how many times do I have to tell you” I screamed as I was being annoyed. Walking out the door my mom made a face wondering she’s going to get me back.  Looking for a place to sit, thinking that no one was home. Someone pops in front of me. “Can you clean my room?”, my brother whispered. “Do I look like I am your maid, you little monster?” I screamed angrily. “I am going to soccer practice. I have no time to clean my room” He said, whining like a baby. Then I replied, “OK. Only for today.” Turning off the TV, I walked up stairs to his room.

Tip toeing into his room thinking a tiger lives there I took a broom. Walking in even closer it smelled like armpit hair. “What am I doing here”, wondering to my self. I must immediately clean his room. As I first picked up his sock I didn’t even try to smell it. I already knew how dirty he was. As I kept  cleaning  I  was hopping to my self    when am  I    ever  going  to  finish   cleaning his  room I  felt   like  I was in jail    cleaning my room. “That’s   it!”   thinking to my self .  “ I    quit” I screamed out loud .  I went  down stairs and   saw the  T.V.   on but see no one. Boo!  my brother tried  to scare me. But no I clinched my fist and screamed ‘’weren’t you going to soccer practice.’’  Before he spoke, I ran up stairs and called my mother to come in a rush. She was here in 5 minutes.

         When she came she didn’t even try to ask what happen. I was too upset to talk.