Tween's Life

This story is about a tween called Liam. That is me. I had a horrible tween life. I'm now 37 years old but that's not the point. This was 27 years ago but I remember it like it was 27 minutes. Let's I didn't forget anything. This started 30th June on a Saturday.

I knew it was going to be an unusual day when my mum came into my room and said, 

"Good news, Liam. Your grandma and grandpa are coming to stay here for two weeks."

"NOOOO!!!" I thought. My grandparents were so weird. Whenever my friends came over, they did face-paint to look like famous DC Super-villains like the Joker. My grandma was horrible at cooking, but she compared herself to Gordon Ramsey. Grandpa was a sore loser and he believed he was a pro wrestler. My. God. Please tell me if you have weirder grandparents.

Those were the school holidays, but that didn't change the weirdness. I asked my mum to go my best friend's house and surprisingly, she said yes. She was probably also sick of the smelly stench of weirdness. I went to my best friend, Jax's, house. He has all a good friend needs. We talked and joked and played on the consoles. I would never do that in my age. Okay, I do it sometimes but come on. 

When I had to go back, I was surprised to see so many decorations and nearly all my friends and family.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" yelled everyone. I was standing there agape, looking at what they have done for me. Even grandma and grandpa were there, but this time as my favourite Super-villain, Death-stroke. That made me so happy I literally fainted. After what felt like days, I woke up. I was in my room. I looked at my watch, and it said it was the 30th June on a Saturday. But that can't be. That was yesterday! Unless...

"Good news, Liam. Your report card is coming in a few hours and remember. If they are bad grades, you go do some homework for 3 hours as you promised." said my mum.

"Ughhhhh." was all I said. This was going to be the worst day ever.