Well, here we are. My dad is pissed off because of me, and my sister is yelling at me. How did this happen exactly? Well, I’ll tell you how.

—A COUPLE OF HOURS EARLIER—

“Hey Mattie, could you set the ingredients out for dad? I said I would do it, but I’m really busy with these notecards,” my sister pleading asked. “Of course, I need to take a break anyway before I begin my Spanish assignments; my back is killing me,” I exclaimed. She sent me screenshots of the two recipes (one for the cake and one for the frosting). I quickly began to set the ingredients out as I had work to do, and I wasn’t sure when my dad and her would begin. I grab the flour, vanilla, butter, eggs, milk, powdered sugar, sprinkles, and shortening. “Wait a second,” I thought to myself. “We don’t have sprinkles or shortening!” I anxiously blurt out.

“Hey, I also don’t have anymore notecards left if you could text momma and ask her to get some more,” my sister replied. I added sprinkles, shortening, and notecards to the Target cart. I swiftly called my mom and asked, “Could you please buy the stuff in the cart? Kaitlynn and dad need some of it for the cake, and she needs some more notecards to continue writing out her flashcards,” I explained. “Of course, hun!” my mom cheerfully replied.

With that taken care of, I began to head to my room to begin practicing my Spanish key terms before I began my assignments. Hurriedly, and efficiently, I studied my key terms and gunned through half of my assignments with ease. I looked on Life360 to see where my mom was at. She was picking up our order at Target, “Nice!” I thought to myself. As she walked into the house, both my dad and sister ran up to her to claim their items.

My sister looked confused, and my dad looked furious. He yelled, “Who ordered this?!”

“I did,” I faintly replied. “Why would you order this, it’s the wrong kind you idiot!” he scoffed as he threw the shortening on the floor. My sister began to speak, “These are the wrong kind too, God damn it!” she cursed. “I didn’t know, I was just trying to help,” I spoke as I defended myself. “You’re just an idiot! You don’t know how to do anything right!” my father declared.

With tears in my eyes, I ran to my room. This is where I am writing this story from now. Lesson learned: don’t ever buy something without asking for the kind beforehand. BIG mistake.