Wednesday, 13 December 2006
07:27:36 PM (GMT)
"dad," jaime calls as she opens the door to their small appartment, "dad, you
"in here swetheart," her dad calls from the kitchen, "im making us some dinner."
"oh sorry," she yawns as she throws her bag on the couch, "i can't i gotta go back to
"this is the third time youve skipped dinner!" her dad walks out of the kitchen
wearing a light pink apron.
jaime snickers and he looks from the apron to her and frowns.
"it was the only one e had left," he mumbles.
"it's cool," she smiles at him and he smiles back.
"why do you have to go back tonight?" he unties the apron and walks over to her.
"i don't have to go," she laughs.
"then why are you going," her dad frowns at her.
"Jack got the Ramones to play tonight."
"who are the Ramones?" her brother runs in carreing a superman action figure.
"there a band."
"that's not a type of band," he looks up at her.
"forget it greg," jaime sighs
"no," greg kicks her, " i wanna know who the ramones are! dad TELL ME."
he starts to whine some more as he jumps up and down.
"listen you little squirt," jaime yells as she grabs him by his underarms and pulls
him up to her eye level, "im tired of hearing your crap, and i bet dad is to, right
dad." she turns to her father, but sees that he had placed himself back in the
"oh c'mon," she looks from te kitchen to her brother, "you gotta be on my side
her dad doesn't answer her.
"fine," she sets greg down, "i gotta go to work," she picks up her bag, "i'll be back
she waits for a resonce, and when she get none, she walks back out the door, noisly
slaming it behind her.