October 22, 2009

• Insubordination (Pt. 2)

      To see part one:  They Don’t Have Lights (Pt. 1)

   

      Insubordination.  It’s funny how I can remember words now that I was trying to think of back when it would have made a difference, back when it would have changed things.  Not a bad word for a twelve year old, I suppose.  I thought it would be a cute opportunity for me to be funny and show off to my parents at the same time.  Maybe it was a good thing I got sent to my room, though.  I can remember it all so clearly.
      My mom made such a simple request of my father, “Honey, could you help me with the dishes?”
      ”I’m not feeling so great, dear.  I think I caught something today at the hospital.”  That’s where my dad worked.
      “Oh, you never want to help!”
      It was time for me to put my new found vocabulary word to use.  “You’re just being insubordinate, daddy!”  Was what I had wanted to say.  What actually came out was “You’re just being inebriated!”  I don’t even know where I heard that word, or what it means.  All I know is that dad didn’t like it.  All I know is that that is why I got sent to my room.  All I know is that that is why I am alive, and they are… whatever they are.
      Mom, dad, sis, they are all still in the house.  I know they are here because I can here them squealing.  It must have been dad that gave it to everybody.  I don’t know why I’m okay.
      Insubordination, I guess it’s about time to show them how insubordinate I can be.  I have seen the movies.  I know how to kill zombies.

   

      …to be continued.
     

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