Alexa F.

The Window

                                      

Twas the night of Thanksgiving, 2015. My mom’s cousin, Robin, came over.
Just before Robin came over, my brother and I were playing football on a nice,
fluffy carpet in the living room.

While my mom was walking up the stairs, she shouted down,

“No playing football while Robyn is here!”

Paul and I both nodded to my mom while she walked up the rest of the stairs.
I knew what Paul was thinking. Paul and I kept throwing the football till my
mom was coming down the stairs. I hid the football under the couch cushion
so mom would not see it. I stood in front of the cushion and smiled innocently.
My mom had this face on like what did you do, and what are you not telling me.

Robin came about 45 minutes after mom had told us to stop
throwing the football. We greeted Robin, and then ate Thanksgiving
dinner. Right before we all finished eating, Paul leaned over towards me and
whispered in my ear

“Do you want to throw the football again?”.

I simply nodded as we crawled under the table trying not to get noticed. As I
crawled into the living room I carefully closed the door.     

Paul and I started throwing the football back and forth. Paul threw me the ball
and it almost hit the window. I threw it back to him thinking about what mom
said. Then I thought about the time when My mom said not to play volleyball
anymore and Paul and I didn’t listen. On the mantle there was a picture of my
cousin Carly when she was about 16 and I was 1, and sitting on her lap. Then
Paul served me the ball, it went the other way and hit the picture and the picture
fell on the floor and broke. As I thought about that day I was about to say to Paul
that I wasn’t going to play anymore, but right then, Paul threw me a nice, hard,
and fast coming ball.

The football was still coming hard and fast I didn’t know what to do. So, I leaned
back trying to catch it and I didn’t think of the window right behind me. I stuck
out my hand and my hand went back and went through the window. The window
shattered.

I thought to myself I will be in big trouble with my mom for not listening to her.

Paul kept saying to me “shh,shh” to try to keep me from running into the kitchen
and getting him in trouble.

I pushed Paul back from me and I ran into the kitchen screaming crying. My Dad
came out of the bathroom and I could hear his footsteps going faster than normal.
I sat down with Paul right beside me telling them what happened, I was still
crying hard. As soon as Paul explained that my hand had went out the window
I looked at my mom’s face, her jaw had dropped. My mom started to grab my
arm and started twisting it up and down just to make sure there were no glass in
my arm.

After I settled down, Robin left and Paul and I had to sit in our room and think
about what have done.

I thought “ why did I play football with Paul”, and “ why did I listen to Paul”,
and “ Why didn’t I just listen to mom, Mom is always right” I started to cry, not
because of my hand, I was crying because I didn’t listen to mom about not
playing football and something bad had just happened to me. I cried for about
5 minutes more and then I stopped, got up from my bed, walked into the hall.
Paul, just sitting on his bed with his ipod and not in the least caring about what
had just happened. I walked down the stairs slowly and saw my mom sitting on
the couch watching tv. I stood in front of her and said ”Mom I am so sorry that I
broke the window and I hope you can forgive me”.

“It’s ok honey I just want to make sure that your little hand is not hurting you”
mom replied pulling me into her arms on the couch.

“My hand hurts a little bit, but not much” I replied

“Good”. I felt so relieved that my mom wasn’t mad at me for breaking the
window. I was expecting to get a punishment but, I guess didn’t get one.
That day, I learned that Mom is always right.

          The End