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Shag Carpet
“My feet keep getting caught in it and then I have to wear socks and I just hate wearing socks! And I hate this stupid thing! Who needs shag carpet anyway?” Stephen ran across the room quickly, trying not to get his toes caught again.
“Then why don’t you just shut up and do something about it so you don’t have to complain all day.” I was busy watching my favorite cartoons, and didn’t care to hear him angry over our new green shag carpet for the rest of the day. Anyway, I enjoyed the carpet. I really didn’t think he was going to take me seriously, but before I knew it, he was running up the stairs, through the kitchen and slamming the back door. I knew it wasn’t good when Stephen got an idea in his head, because no matter what, he would follow through with it. When I got through the back door, Stephen was pulling the lawn mower out of the shed.
“Stephen, I don’t know if this is such a good idea”, I got that bad feeling in my stomach. Stephen was nine and I was eight. He assured me that it would be fun, and that mom would never find out. Stephen went down the stairs first, in case I dropped the mower. We decided to only mow a path from the stairs to our bed, then a path to the computer.
I almost had a heart attack when I heard the front door slam. It was only our brother Wesley though, coming home from detention. He sat on the stairs and watched as we finished the other path. He had informed us of the time and agreed to help Stephen while I kept watch for mom or our step dad Jeremy. A few minutes later, Wesley pulled the lawn mower up the stairs. We had made a trail of black mud, grease and small pieces of green shag carpet. It looked awful after they mowed it, but Wesley had an idea.
“if we burn the tips, they will melt and look better.” That sounded great, coming from a 17 year old who had detention every Wednesday for two months. I had that feeling again.
They didn’t get done burning the tips of the shag carpet before mom got home, but we moved a dresser on top of the trail that went from the stairs to our bed. It was really awkward having a dresser blocking our bed.
Stephen was right, mom never did find out before we finally told Jeremy about it and he just thought it was so funny, he wouldn’t have believed us if we hadn’t shown him the cut/burnt carpet. He agreed to help us get a new carpet, and mom never did find out.
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Posted by idontspeakenglish on 2007-12-14 12:00:50 | Rating: | Views: 97
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