“Why would she do that?”, I thought to myself. It was a bright sunny August morning, my mom’s birth month. I was lying on my bed reading one of my favorite books, Mallory Towers! Suddenly, my sister Kara poked her head into my room. “What?”, I asked with a puzzled look on my face.
I do not like being disturbed when I am reading and Kara came into my room.
”Do you want to help me clean downstairs for mommy when she comes back from her interview?”, Kara asked me.
“Oh fine I tell her, I’ll be down in a minute”.
Secretly I really wanted to clean downstairs so mommy would be happy when she came back from her interview. I finished the page that I was on and climbed off my bed. I hurried down the stairs and started putting things from the table away. Kara glanced at the table and sighed, “Rhea put your folder away”, she asked. I frowned but did it anyway.When I was in the middle of stuffing my folder into my backpack I heard thumping down the stairs.It was Lyla my other sister. Kara and Lyla were twins. ”Whatcha guys doing” she asked, eyeing us.
”We’re cleaning” Kara started explaining to Lyla and telling Lyla what she could do while I kept on cleaning.
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I was in the middle of wiping the chairs when Kara asked “What should we make for lunch?” We head up to Lyla’s room when we get there Kara says “we can make pasta salad”!
I don’t say anything. I am not much of a fan of pasta salad.”Good idea”, Lyla exclaims.So we all head back downstairs. Kara is the captain because she has made pasta salad before and it was her idea. ”Rhea you cut the mozzarella, I will boil the pasta and Lyla you can…oh you can pick some basil”.
Kara and I both go down into the basement to get olives and mozzarella for the pasta salad she gets the olives from the pantry and I get the mozzarella from the fridge. We go back up where Lyla has picked the basil and is starting to cut it into small pieces. Kara goes over to help and I get out a plate to cut the mozzarella on and a knife too and start cutting the mozzarella into chunks. Kara comes over to me “cut the mozzarella a bit smaller”. ”Okay, like this?”, I ask.
“Yep that’s good”, she answers.
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After everything was chopped and ready we all pitched in to help clean the kitchen, I wiping the counter top when I remembered something! My mom had asked in the morning for me to get her a slice of carrot cake I sighed remembering what she had told me after. Kara or Lyla had to come with me unfortunately.I finished wiping the counter and walked over to Kara.”Mommy asked me to get her a slice of carrot cake can I go with you or Lyla, please”.
Kara thought about it for a second “I guess you can go with Lyla I need some ham to put into the pasta salad anyways”.
”YES”, I exclaimed a little bit to loudly
I punched my fist into the air. Then I ran upstairs as fast as I could and into my room and grabbed some money to pay for the ham and carrot cake. I went back down just in time to overhear my sisters arguing. ”Maybe I should go with Rhea” Kara was saying. ”Or I could just go”, Lyla suggested.
My jaw fell wide open I jumped out of my hiding spot. I stepped into their conversation “absouletly not it was my idea and plus I’m paying for it”!,I exclaimed
”Oh fine” Kara said, ”but hurry”.
Lyla and I went inside the garage to get our shoes on. I slipped on my pink sneakers and tied them tight. Then I waited for Lyla to finish tying her shoes. We walked into the fresh air, the cool breeze blew into our faces. I brushed my hair out of my face. Together we walked to Balducci’s, a nearby store. Lyla was carrying her phone and I was carrying money for the cake and ham.
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Slide! The door automatically opened for us, and so we walked into the cool air conditioned shop. We Walked around the store for a bit and soon we were standing right next to the meat section in the store. Lyla found the ham, it was rosemary ham. I looked at the price, sixteen dollars.”That’s a lot for a packet of ham”, I gasped. ”Yeah”, Lyla agreed. ”Let’s just get the carrot cake then” Lyla suggested. ”Okay I don’t have enough for both anyway”. So we looked around for the cake section. I turned around the corner and there was the cake section. I was so happy I almost jumped for joy! I waved Lyla over to where I was standing. ”Oh good”, Lyla said coming over to me. We looked at all the cakes no carrot cake slices only the whole cake. ”Maybe we could get the whole cake”, I suggested eying the cakes again. ”We don’t have enough though”, Lyla exclaimed. She was right the whole cake was twenty five and I had twenty.
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I had my head down and was trying to brainstorm an idea when I had it!”Lyla use your phone to call Kara, okay?” Lyla looked at me, puzzled but did it anyways. I waited patiently for Lyla to get onto the phone with Kara.”Ask her to bring ten dollars”, I begged after Lyla had gotten onto the phone. When Lyla got off the phone, she urged me to follow her outside. We walked halfway back where Kara was waiting for us.”Here”, she said shoving the money into my hands. Then she started to run back to the house. Lyla and I rushed back to the store and walked over to the cake section once again.”One carrot cake please”, Lyla asked politely. We payed for the cake and walked as fast as we could back to the house just in time to see mommy on her way to the house. She saw us and stopped.”Hi guys”, she waved to us.”Hi, we’re doing something so I’ll come back out and tell you when you can come back in okay?” She chuckled “Okay, if you say so”, she replied.”What are you guys up to?” “Nothing much”, I answered avoiding the question. I motioned for Lyla to go inside the house. I followed her into the house.”Oh great your back”, Kara exclaimed. And I told her that mommy was outside waiting. We cleaned and set the table to get ready for lunch.
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I went outside to call mommy to come in.”You can come in now”, I told her with a smile. She followed me inside.”Wow” , she gasped. Lunch was already ready and on the dining table. The carrot cake was also there on a pretty platter. We all sat down to eat.”Yum”, I exclaimed after eating a bite of pasta salad. Soon the pasta salad was gone. I turned on the song happy birthday and blared it up loud. Then I returned to my seat and stood on my chair. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!, I sang at the top of my lungs and Kara and Lyla joined in. We all dug into the cake, YUM! We exclaimed together. ”This is delish”, I exclaimed with a mouthful of cake!
THE END!