“Are you ready, kids?” The animated pirate on the flat screen T.V. boomed. The house was ringing with the television show, SpongeBob Square-Pants. I was in the living room, along with my Aunt Shannon, my Aunt Jessie, and my Nana. My family was really just a bunch of children; watching SpongeBob isn’t regular for a family without a small child. My aunts were talking amongst themselves, leaving Nana out of the conversation. I’m about 99.9% certain that they’ve already seen this episode. We all really like T.V. way too much. SpongeBob is both my mum’s and my aunts’ favorite children’s cartoon. Although, I’m not a big fan myself. The television paused, making me scoff. I whipped my head to the plaid couch that my aunts and grandma were on. …show more content…
She quickly turned to me, her eyes blazing with anticipation and her eyebrows trying their hardest to stay straight. Obviously, that didn’t work, considering I could see them shaking. “I have… er, something to tell you.” Shannon stretched out the spaces in between her words. This wasn’t good. Shannon rarely did that. “Yeah, what?” I asked. teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed. I was trying to brace myself for the worst possible news. What if she was moving? What if she was suicidal, and had been cutting, and has never decided to tell anyone but now? No. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Oh, but I really was thinking like this. But really; she is definitely not suicidal. She’s always so happy! I could feel the sweat beading on the top of my forehead. I contained my lips from quivering, waiting for her to open her mouth and tell me what has gotten her so worked up. I felt my eyes get moist from the tears threatening to spill down my chubby cheeks. I had been working on not crying, but thinking of Shannon dying… that was too much for a third …show more content…
I gave myself a mental tissue to wipe the pre-tears. Thank God. But, thinking about the new situation, I realized it was still pretty bad. Not as bad as Shannon dying, though! I’m so selfish! But if she really was pregnant, that would mean I’d have a baby cousin. I wouldn’t be the center of attention anymore. Heck, I wouldn’t get any attention. I bet even my mum wouldn’t care about me anymore! “Do not tell Nana.” The words slowly entered my brain. I understand, though, that this was important to Shannon. She was going to have a... baby child thing. A bald beast. Can mothers give birth to babies with hair? I had hair as a baby, so probably. I decided at long last that I wouldn’t tell my grandma. Or anyone. But, I was going to have some fun with this.
“Eh, I pro’lly won’t, but I can’t make any promises,” I lied, holding back the smirk from appearing on my face. This was going to be fun. I was a genius; a pure genius. Thinking about how smart I was made me chuckle. To my surprise, Shannon still believed my