It was a cold shivering night in the middle of December. It was so dark that you would think it was midnight. All there was to see was substantial white flakes. As they hit the ground, they would explode. The sound kept Mila away from sleeping.
BOOM!
Another explosion occurred.
“I am so tired of Antarctica, mom!” said Mila
“I know sweety, however your dad is at the peak of losing his job,” said Jahara. “He moved here for your education.”
It was really hard for Mila to move to Antarctica from Australia. All her friends and family were living there. The late night food fests with Roast Lamb! The music and dancing would make Mila feel like she was in heaven. The day her cousins dropped her at the airport, Mila gave her parents a hard time sitting on the plane. She threw multiple tantrums along with pushing her mother off the escalator. SHE HATED ANTARCTICA. She knew no one there except for her mom and dad. Mila would trade anything to go back for just one more Weekend Fest.
“WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH HER!” yelled mom as she stood in the master bedroom with Mila’s dad.
“Look, Jahara, I have serious work to do here in Antarctica. If we go back to Australia, we will be living on the streets. They do not want to hire me because I have a criminal record!” yelled Mila’s dad.
“What criminal record,” wondered Mila. “Dad would never commit a crime. He is the best dad and of course the nicest.”
Mila could not control her ego, so she opened the door wide as her eyes slowly began to release a spring of tears.
“Da-dad, ar-are yy-you a b-bad guy?” asked Mila.
Her dad stood up and walked forward, attempting to hug her. Mila backed off with her hands covering her entire face but her eyes.
“I would never in a million years hug a criminal!” barked Mila.
Her mother kneeled down to Mila, attempting to comfort her. Mila backed off once again and said, “Also the criminal’s wife.”
She shut the door with her dress flying mid-air as she zoomed out of the door and into hers.
DING, DING, DI, DINK DA DINK TA TA!
Mila’s phone screamed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” screamed Mila.
It was her favorite cousin from Australia, Libby.
Libby and she would help decorate and set the rooms on their Weekly Fests.
“Hi, Libby, how are you doing?” asked Mila.
“Good Mila, you?” asked Libby.
“Not good at all. I just discovered my dad had a criminal record. You are literally the luckiest human alive, Libby! Like you are in Australia, and the best part is that your dad is not a bad guy.”
Libby replied, “Well, I don’t know about that, Mila. Don’t tell anyone this, but my dad murdered your real dad before you were even born! He is not even your real dad!”
Mila’s step-dad overheard their conversation as he came running into her door breaking it into a trillion pieces. He snatched Mila’s phone and said, “YOU MONSTER LIBBY! HOW DARE YOU TELL MY DAUGHTER-”
Mila corrected him, saying, “Stepdaughter you mean.”
“WHATEVER!” yelled Cola as he shattered Mila’s phone into thousands of pieces.
