Other Worlds

The worst Christmas

Brihanna

'The sound of opening doors and loud chattering came from the room next door. The energy that I had felt in my chest, full of excitement and the smile on my face probably big enough to see all my teeth. Not that there was many teeth cause 'All I wanted for Christmas was my two front teeth'. I know cringe.

All though that Christmas was going to be one of my worst so far in my life. Yet I was still a kid and Christmas was still Christmas.

If your wondering way this Christmas was the worst we'll let me tell you

The year before that fateful night, my parents got into a big fight about something that I didn't understand at the time but the one thing I knew for sure was that it had to be bad. Obviously it was bad, my dad was an alcoholic that likes to get into fights and party for gods sake. I can't really be mad though since most 22-year-olds do that shit. I know what you might be thinking '22, but how old were your parents when you were born?' Well dad was 16 and mom was 18. It may sounds bad to you but... Actually, it's as bad as It may sounds. Don't get me wrong both my grandmas were great Mother's and were very disappointed but if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here and we all know that would have been tragic.

But back to the story....

I was in my room trying to get out of my bed when an ever so annoying, but small and cute, little brother run into my room with a smile bigger than my own. My youngest brother, Jasper waddles into the room with his twin brother, Joseph tagging along with him. Jasper in his blue and Joseph in a green jumpsuit with yellow ducks printed all over it.

Joseph had jumped onto my pink princess bed that my mom brought me the week before. Jasper had followed Joseph's act of jumping up onto my bedtime then borrow in to my side. When we're all on the bed jasper had randomly pulls out some fruit out of his pocket. I mean how didn't I realise he had fruit in his pocket, and I don't mean one or two pieces I mean a whole pocket full, INTO MY ROOM.

"Mamma says fruit in Australia is better than back home" jasper give me the spiky fruit that was rough on my fingers. I remember giving him this discussed face but know me I had eaten it anyway. As I bite into it I had instantly regret it. The inside was juice and slightly sweet, but the outside had a slit taste of dirt. I scrunch up my face in disgust and pulled my head back in disagreement. The twins laugh at my obvious disgust for the taste.

I started to take the outside skin like layer off and eat the snot-like inside trying to not swallow the seed, which was pretty hard, for it was mostly seed.

I loved it in Australia you know. No more dad and mama's fighting, but that also means no more dad. I had missed him every day and all I would ever wish for was that he would love us again, yet I couldn't have gotten it any worse,but no he had to do whatever it was he did and leave us.

"What are you three doing!? You know you aren't allowed to eat in the rooms!" My thoughts wore withdrawn earlier than I had thought. Moms voice drawing my head up to look to the small figure in the doorway.
"If you want to eat, eat in the dining room."

I had start to pout my bottom lip and draw my eyebrows back to create my eyes to look larger then they are usually. I know I can be a spoiled brat most of the time but it was Christmas and if I want to eat in the room then I can.

Mom groans and rolled her eyes. She chuckled under her breath well shaking her head back and forth. A small smile which lifts the corner of her mouth.

"No-"

"But-"

"I said no Britannia-"

"I'm hungry"

That last one was from Joseph. I love my family. They always knew how to light the darkness that my dad left.