Rose the Brat

 Rose the Brat

Hi, my name is Rose. I like everything that’s pink, like pink roses, pink dresses, pink cakes and pink everything!

I’m four years old and my best friend’s name is Sammie. She’s four, too, just like me. I have an older brother named Jack who is seven. He thinks he’s so big and important just because he’s seven. Whenever he says this, I scratch him.

One day, I went with my dad to Fred Meyer. While my dad was looking at furniture, I skipped over to Toy Land, and went towards the pink aisle which had…. Barbies! I saw one of the Beach Barbies that I don’t have yet, and ran towards my dad to ask if he could get it for me. When he said no, I got down on the floor and kicked, cried and screamed until he said,

“Okay, Rose. I’ll get you that Barbie.”

I got up, smoothed out my dress, and skipped to the cashier, Barbie in hand.

“Oh, what a nice Barbie! Did Daddy get you that today?” The cashier lady asked.

“Yep!” I grinned. “I threw a huge fit, and then I got it.”

“Oh,” the cashier lady says, looking shocked, then Daddy frowned and turned red. I wonder why. Whenever I throw a fit, Daddy does that. Then he doesn’t say much on the car ride home.

One day, Jack got mad because I got a Barbie and he didn’t get anything, so he broke the Barbie’s head off. I screamed and cried so long and so loud, that Daddy went out and came back with a Barbie Dream House… just for me!

Jack was grounded for two whole days. 

Sometimes, my Mommy says,

“No cookies, Rose.”

But then I disobey her and sneak at least ten, then I eat five. I save the rest in a doggie bag that’s never been used. I love sneaking, because I never get caught!

One time, I was throwing a tantrum, and accidently broke a window, and my Mommy and Daddy got SO mad. It was kind of weird, because windows aren’t that big of a deal… I mean, they only cost about $4 at the drug store.

My dad swore when he saw the window I had broken. The weird thing is, when I swore, he locked me up in my room for a long time! Two whole minutes! It was scary, because his face puffs up when he’s mad, and it gets all red.

My brother Jack is a real brat. He calls me mean names, and then runs to his friend Chester’s house so Daddy doesn’t get mad at him. Jack also takes up my computer time. He was playing his stupid game, and I had to get on there to email the president about my idea. (Which was that all the four year old girls in America get free ponies.)

Sometimes I go to my Grandma’s house. As soon as I walk in her door, she trips me and screams,

“OBEY ME!”

When I told my Mommy this, she said I was a confused child. Want to know a secret? My Grandma doesn’t actually trip me and say that. It’s a trick. I like to trick people, especially my brother, my Daddy, and my Mommy. It’s fun to trick people, because they believe you!  Except for one time when I told Jack that my toy platypus came alive and ate his pet hamster. Jack told me to go lie to somebody else. The problem is, I’m not lying, I’m tricking. There’s a difference, you know.

One day, I was being babysat by this awesome babysitter Jack and I have. Jack has a REALLY big crush on her (I know this because I was spying on him and Chester and Jack told Chester he’s in love with her.) She has blond hair, tan skin, she’s 16 years old and sometimes lets me have two cookies. Her name is Jessica and she’s SO nice and SO pretty!

“Rose, you should meet my little sister. She’s exactly like you- I’m sure you two would get along instantly,” Jessica told me one day.

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“I call her AJ. It stands for Amanda Jane. Dad usually calls her Amanda, and Mom calls her Amanda Jane. She’s really sweet, exactly like you!” Jessica said, a smile curving over her perfect, straight, white teeth.

I believed Jessie, because she’s always right. She’s never lied to me!

“Maybe, if your parents let me, I can bring her next time I babysit you. We could go to the park and have a special picnic. I could bring a special surprise!”

Another thing about Jessica I love is that she always gets really excited about things- even small things like getting a piece of candy.

“Yeah!” I cried, almost spilling my glass of milk.

“Wow- careful there, Rose,” Jessie said in a joking voice. “Where’s Jack?”

“Oh, he’s watching Buckeye Jim. You know, that cowboy guy and he has a groovy theme song?”

“Indiana Jones, you mean?” Jessie replied, grinning a little bit.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. When can I meet PJ or whatever her name is?” I asked, stuffing a few Doritos in my mouth.

“AJ, you mean? Well, I think I’m babysitting you next weekend…” Jessica said, pulling out her iPhone (I recognized it because Daddy has one) and looking at her calendar. “Yep! So maybe then I’ll bring her.”

“Yay!” I screamed, this time actually knocking over my milk. The plastic cup banged on the floor, and milk sloshed out.

Jessie and I looked at each other

“Oops,” I said. Jessica laughed. I don’t know why- it wasn’t that funny. If I had spilled when Daddy was here, he would’ve yelled at me.

“Go! Get him!” Jack yelled from the TV room.

“Who’s he talking too?” I asked nervously.

“The TV,” Jessica replied.

“I see,” I said seriously. Jessie started cracking up.

I hate it when people laugh at me, so I started crying and ran up to my room.

The next weekend, Jessica came back to our house to babysit us. She brought her little sister AJ! I was so, so, so, so, SO excited that Amanda Jane was coming that Mommy sent me to my room because I was being so hyper!

I was stabbing my toy platypus with a Barbie head when I heard the doorbell ring.

Then, I opened the door of my room, ran downstairs as fast as I could, and ran into this little shrimpy version of Jessica. Except she was MY SIZE! And she was wearing a beautiful pink dress with bows and frills on it! I knew INSTANTLY that she would become my best friend. I guess Sammie would have to scooch over!

“HIIIII!!!!” I shrieked.

Amanda Jane’s eyes widened.  

“I’m Rose. I’m the girl your wonderful big sister babysits all the time. Isn’t she awesome? Well I don’t exactly know what ‘awesome’ means, but Jack uses it a lot, so I know that. Do you like pink? I do! I love pink so much that sometimes if it’s not pink I throw a fit,” I yelled.

 Amanda grinned…  

“ME TOO!” She yelled.

“YAY YAY YAY!” I screamed again.  “C’mon I’ll show you my room.” I took her hand and basically dragged her up our winding staircase into my bedroom.

“This is your room?” Amanda Jane asked me, looking around like it was the boringest room ever. “You don’t have that much stuff!” I was shocked. My room has a Barbie theme, a triple bunk bed, three toy chests, and a whole bunch more other stuff.

“What does your room look like?” I asked Amanda Jane.

“It’s about twice the size of this one, and it has double the stuff. I guess that just shows I’m better than you,” Amanda sighed.

“Oh,” I said, not knowing how to respond. “Let’s go get a snack.” We walked downstairs  into the kitchen.

“Where’s your chef?” Amanda Jane asked me.

“Uh… she got fired last week,” I tricked. Not lied, but TRICKED.

“Oh. So what can we eat?”

I climbed onto the counter and opened a cabinet. I threw boxes of food down to Amanda. 

I grabbed cereal, granola bars, chocolate, crackers, Doritos, Ruffles, Lays, breakfast cookies, Swiss Miss, trail mix, Cheez-It’s and lots more.

“Get more!” Amanda whined to me.

“That’s not enough!” She growled.

“I can eat more than that,” she pointed out.

“SHUT UP!” I finally yelled.

I lugged all the food up our stairs. Amanda was just skipping behind me. She didn’t help me at all!

“Let’s eat- I’m starving! The last time I ate was twenty minutes ago,” Amanda Jane said, grabbing the food from me.

Amanda ate half the food in ten minutes.

I reached for some Doritos, but Amanda grabbed them from me.

“MINE ONLY!” She shrieked.

“I’m gonna go see what Jessie’s doing,” I said, happy to get out of the room.

“JESSIE!!!!” I screamed, running down the stairs.

“Hi Rose!” Jessie said, putting down her phone. She had been pressing random buttons to spell out words. That’s kind of pointless, I thought to myself.

“Amanda is eating all our food,” I told her.

“Ew! That pig!” Jessie’s face scrunched up. I’d never seen her like this!

“Am I a pig?” I asked worriedly.

Jessica’s face smoothed out to normal. “No way. Never Rose!” She said, grinning down at me.

“Yay! I win!” I cried. “Now come beat up Amanda Jane.”

“AMANDA JANE PARKER! YOU GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!” Jessie yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

Amanda appeared at the top of the spiral staircase. Chocolate was ALL over her face! Even more than when I went to Grandpa’s chocolate shop! (And that was a pretty big mess…)

    Over the next hours, Amanda threw a HUGE fit because we ran out of food (SHE was the one who was eating it all), cut the hair of my favorite Barbie (because I said “no more food”) and lied to me that Foo-foo (my toy poodle) got flushed down the toilet, when she was really downstairs.

Three hours later, Mommy and Daddy came home.

“Hi Rosey!” They shrieked as soon as they saw me.

“HI!” I yelled. They paid Jessie forty dollars, and she and Amanda Jane left.

“How was Amanda Jane?” Mommy asked me.

“Mommy- SHE WAS HORRIBLE! I NEVER WANT HER TO COME BACK! EVER!” I shouted.

“Oh,” Mommy said. “What happened?”

“She threw all these fits, and lied to me and was just a BRAT!” I yelled.

Mommy’s eyes widened.

“I wish she would die,” I told Mommy. Then, I got sent to my room. Two whole minutes.

THE END