A Weekend With No Rules
By: Madi N.
“I hate it, I hate it, I hate it” I scream. “Why do I have to do my homework before Nicole can come over.”
“Madeline don’t argue with me just do your homework” says my mom.
“Why do we even have rules?”
“Madeline I thought I told…”
“Ugh I just wish there were no rules or anything like them.”
Then I start my homework. Problem after problem after problem the clock ticks. By the time I am finished it’s already 6pm and time for dinner which means no Nicole. The only thing good that came out of this day was the steak we had for dinner. But otherwise rules, rules, rules that’s what screws up my day everyday. As I start walking up stairs for bed my mom calls down Madeline you didn’t do your spelling homework.
“Okay Okay I’ll come do it.”
I hate rules I whisper to myself. After I have a fiscally decided this was my worst day ever I angrily stomp downstairs to do my spelling. After my painful fifteen minutes and I mean painful I go up stairs to go to bed. I put on my pajamas and watch some television to relax myself. Once I am calmed down I tuck myself in and go to bed.
I wake up in the morning and hear the birds singing and the wind banging against my window and know it’s going to be a great day. So I get a jump start on my day. I go into my closet to get on my clothes. When I see my dog chewing them up.
“Mom mom” I scream well panicking.
“What?” she asks.
“Someone left my closet door open. Now ziva’s ate all my cloths.”
“It’s okay darling” she replied.
“But mom you're the one who made the rule that everyone needs to close the closet door, otherwise Ziva or the cat can get in and we won’t have any clothes. Remember when it happened to you.”
“Honey that’s not a rule anymore. Rules are overrated and that’s why I opened your closet.”
And another good day gone bad. So I guess I’ll just wear my Pajamas. Well on the bright side at least they're comfortable. Now there’s no rules. What’s happening.
Then something even worse happened. A shampoo disaster happened. My toothpaste was switched with shampoo. I knew who it was. My mom.
“Mom I thought you made the rule no sabotaging. You know with the cousins and my friends always doing it.”
“Oh silly girl there are no rules.”
Ugh now my mouth smells horrible. Now I have bubbles forming and popping in my mouth. When they pop it almost feels like there tickling my tongue. My teeth look like shower gel has just been rubbed on them. But the taste the taste it’s so horrible you can’t even describe it. That’s when I spit out the shampoo and wash out my mouth for almost ten minutes. It was by far the worst thing I’ve ever tasted.
But then I got a thought. Why are there no rules? It‘s just not making sense my moms always been so strict. Now there’s no rules. What’s happening. I know somethings going on.
“Everybody hop in the car. Time for a trip to the grocrystore” says my dad.
Were speeding down the road when a car is coming straight for us.
“Dad you're in the wrong” I yell.
We just dodge the car. Now there’s no rules. What’s happening.
“Oh honey there is no right or wrong lane.” And that’s when are car goes flying off the street. Then I realize that we just got hit by a car.
“Mom dad do you smell that?”
“Yes darling” replys my mom.
“It smells like smoke” adds my dad.
But now I really know nothing worse can happen.That’s when I turn to my right and see that a fire has started.
“Get out, get out” I scream well scrambling out of the car.
“Help, Help” my mom screams.
She’s stuck! Her seatbelts stuck. Suddenly my dad pulls out a pocket knife. And cuts the belt.I’m so confused since when does my dad carry a pocket knife. But I get my that thought out of my head and run over to my mom.
“Mom mom are you okay.”
“Yes” she replies.
Good we all got out safely and start walking to the grocery store.
“See dad that’s why you need to be in the right lane.”
“But but I’ve never heard that before” he replies.
“Well didn’t you go to driving school” I ask.
“Well yes but they never taught us that.”
“Well then go back.”
Then finally I drop the conversation as we walk up to the grocery store.
We walk in side, that’s when I see people not even paying and stealing all the food. “Why is everyone stealing” I ask my mom.
“Oh honey it’s not stealing it’s just the way grocery stores work.”
Now I know not to ask any more questions or really even talk because I’m just going to get even more confused. Then I look around and see know one working. I feel like I’m about to faint what is going on. Know ones working, everyones stealing, and know one is doing anything about it. Even my own parent’s are doing it. Then I see the owner of the store walk in, so I rush over.
“Thank goodness you're here everyone is stealing all the food.”
“Who cares let them keep doing it.”
“Well aren’t you supposed to be working” I ask.
“Well if none of the employees are working I guess I can take the day off.” Now there’s no rules. What’s happening.
I’m panicking these people can’t be stealing so I quickly dial 911.
“Hello I’m at the grocery store on vail and everyone is stealing the food.”
Then I realize it was just a voicemail. So now I really know nothing worse can happen. That’s when my parent’s come over and grab me and run out of the store with their groceries.
“No we can’t. We can’t steal” I say.
Then finally I leave so the police don’t come and catch us.
When we finally get home I know I have to start my homework well my parent’s go upstairs to take a nap from the exhausting run home. I take out my homework and examine how much I have. It’s a ton. I’m 30 minutes in when my parent’s come down.
“Come on let’s have some fun”.
“Mom, dad I have homework.”
“Honey know ones does homework anymore” says my mom.
Then my dad starts wheeling something over. It looks like a shredder. Then he takes all my homework and
turns it into scraps. Now there’s no rules. What’s happening.
“Time for fun” he says.
“No” I say. “It was time to do homework.”
I stomp upstairs don’t even eat dinner and go to bed.
My body starts shaking. Suddenly I wake up. I look around. What happened. Then I realized it was all a dream. Wow I didn’t realize how important rules are. They keep the world inlined. Now I realize why I have to do my homework. Why we have all the other rules. We need them. I’m not the only one who follows them. My parents, friends, everyone follows them. And if you don’t have rules that’s a world I don’t want to live in. I want to live in a world with rules. That always has rules. That will never get rid of them.