Unable to script a love story *First Draft*

Chapter 1

So here I was sitting at the dinner table with my loud family two days before my first day of 8th grade aka my last year of middle school.

"Aisha pash me the salt" My mom impatiently asked my younger sister. Who was at the moment shoving a meatball in my younger brother's face.

"NOW" my mom stated louder as everyone at the 6 person table zipped silent.

I smiled slightly watching my sad mope of a sister pass the salt to my mom. My mom is the upbringing of the family like always. While my father was on his phone probably doing some work things like always.

"Yolie help clean up your brother" My mom breaks me from my silent laughing. Obviously not liking my quiet giggles.

"Mmmm" I mumbled a response, not really in the mood for conversation. Grabbing a napkin and wiping the red sauce off my brother's face.

Him shoving my hand away and doing it himself.

My mom cleared her throat. "So I got a call from Mr. Chablis."

"Who is Mr. Chababa" My younger sister budded in.

"Mr. Chablis, and he is my manager at the office." My mom sighed and paused, glancing around at all our faces almost as if looking for something. And after a moment of silence said. "He has stated very clearly that I'm going to get demoted."

"WHAT" my dad yelled, making us all flinch as he finally joined the conversation, my younger brother gasping. "I thought this new job was going well"

My mom's voice level grew. "I was not expecting this either. This new man joined and his name is apparently Luke or something."

I tuned some out. Obviously it being my mom and my dad's conversation, the kids not being welcome.

But no matter if it was her business or not my older sister opened her mouth to speak.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT" my sister screamed standing up in her seat.

"Kamryn Rosman!" My mom gaped.

"What it's true, every job you get you keep getting either fired from or you get demoted" I watched as a tear slid down my sisters cheek.

"I can't do this anymore." My sister stated, pushing herself off the table and storming off up the stairs, her bedroom door slamming behind her.

My mom sighed and wiped away silent tears as my dad rubbed my mother's back.

But even after dinner, sitting at my desk. I wasn't thinking about how my mom just got demoted. My mind was picturing the way my sister's tear looked and the way it fell. I had been learning that even though someone may cry that doesn't always mean that they are sad. And I realized that my sister's tear wasn't only about sadness but it was also about how much she cared about our family and how we have been struggling these past few years. How my sister was trying to hold all of her sadness and anger in. And how she might even be in her room right now thinking about it, maybe even crying about it. Emotions are confusing and probably always will be.