can’t come over tonight. It’s a.a night. Which means that I will be slaving away filling up the meeting debris bin and the recycling container and dragging all the cups to the curb. Yes, they make me do all that.
I know you don’t have to. I have more chores than any of my other friends. My mom also makes me mow the meeting, AND take care of speakers, which at first, I knew nothing about. But she said that if it broke down because it wasn’t properly maintained, I would have to pay for it. I spent three hours on Google and YouTube figuring out where the oil goes and how to keep the blades clean.
I know you don’t have to do anything like that! None of my friends do! Last summer, I had to help my dad build a fence while you guys were at soccer camp, and this weekend, he is forcing me to stay home and help him stain the deck. It’s like I’m a prisoner Of azkaban. You know, like those guys who used to have to break up rocks when they were sent to jail?
Oh, I can’t complain to him! It’s not worth it! He’ll go on for an hour about how he is doing me a favor by giving me responsibility and teaching me how to be a man and that one day, I will thank him. Can you believe it? He thinks I’m going to thank him for making me do so many chores? He’s out of his mind!
Anyway, what are you doing tonight? Video games again? I’m jealous.