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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Adolescence/Teen Years (07/16/09)

TITLE: One Weekend
By Domingo Jr. Capias
07/20/09


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“Jason...Jason! Turn down the TV a little, please,” Jason suddenly heard his Dad bellowing behind him.

“Oh, but this is my favorite program, Dad,” Jason uttered without turning his head to the source of the authoritative voice.

“I know. But it’s very loud,” his Dad grunted. Jason could feel his Dad’s aura in the room. He could sense him standing, waiting for the execution of his request.

“Okay. I’ll turn it down,” Jason said softly, and aimed the remote control at the TV.

“That’s better. Thanks.” his Dad said and left the room.

Jason rolled his eyes as if they were spraying unseen messages of mixed emotions to an imaginary audience in the room. “He always disturbs me and doesn’t seem to respect my privacy.” He sighed and then tucked himself in his couch.

After watching TV for 3 hours, Jason felt hungry. He turned it off and rushed down to the kitchen. He swung open the kitchen door and found his sixteen-year-old brother, Lewis, whose right shoulder seemed to have been pasted on the wall, head bent down, lost in a phone conversation.

“Your sweetheart?” Jason loudly whispered into Lewis’ uncovered ear, teasing.

Lewis squirmed and carried on talking.

Jason dove into the refrigerator and rummaged a bottle of soft drink and a box of left over pizza. “Ahh! I love this weekend,” he hummed and glided towards his favorite seat. “Hello everyone. Watch Garfield vanish this food in seconds. Ahh…mmm…gone,” he thought to himself as he savored the Pepperoni, mushrooms, and stale green peppers.

He was in a trance, gobbling when he heard his Mom’s voice. “Lewis…Lewis, please pick up your things. They’re all strewn over the living room floor.”

Lewis covered the phone with his hand and yelled, “I’ll do it soon, Mom. I’m on the phone.”

“Okay. But do it as soon as you hang up,” his Mom said and then emerged from the living room. His Dad was behind her. Jason’s arms surrounded the box, ready to whisk it away from intruding hands.

“Sure. No problem!” Lewis said, annoyed with everyone staring at him. He hung up the phone and sat next to Jason.

Jason’s eyes followed his Mom helped herself with a mug of freshly brewed coffee, filled another one and handed it to her sweetheart. “Goodness! Were we like this when we were kids?”

“Oh. Definitely!” his Dad quickly replied, smiled, and then winked at his youngest son. Jason almost choked when he heard this and quickly drank a glass of Pepsi.

The boys watched their parents leave the kitchen.

“Hey, by the way, have you noticed how forgetful Dad is getting? He’s always forgetting where his car keys are. It drives me crazy,” Jason broke the silence.

“Yeah, and he can never find his glasses either.” Lewis added.

“I know.”

“You know what drives me crazy about Mom?” Lewis said.

“What?” Jason asked and didn’t notice Lewis grabbed a piece of pizza.

“Those awful talk shows she watches on TV. She just loves them.” Lewis continued, munching.

“Yeah, I guess she watches them for hours every day,” Jason said.

“Oh, well. I hope I never get like that.”

“Me, too. Hey, why don’t we play a video game,” Jason suggested.

“Great idea. By the way, have you seen my glasses anywhere?” Lewis asked.

Jason rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. They were racing up the stairs when they heard their mother yelled: “Jason!”

“Yeah, Mom?”

“Why are there all these wet towels on the bathroom floor? Please pick them up and hang them up to dry.”

“Woot, I’m really sorry, Mom. I forgot all about them.” Jason said, dragging his feet towards the bathroom.

“And don’t forget to do your homework, honey,” his Mom said, patting him on the back as she met him on the narrow hallway.

Jason quickly picked up the wet things, hung them up on the balcony and dashed back to his room where he found Lewis on his knees on the floor, setting up the gadgets.

“Why do they always nag us about chores and homework?” Jason grumbled, still panting.

“Just get over it, bro.” Lewis said, glancing at him as he finished connecting the AV component cables.

“And…they always tell us what to do, as if we were little kids. Besides, I’m already fourteen,” Jason continued grumbling.

“Hey, knock that whining off. Here’s the latest game --- Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen,”

Both grabbed their game pads.

“Don’t play too hard,” Jason begged Lewis.


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Sara Harricharan 07/23/09
Sounds like a typical weekend with teenage boys. The details like the stale pizza and the pepsi were good, adding some great snatches of reality to make this more believable. Good job.
Jackie Wilson07/25/09
The conversation and attitudes were very realistic. Enjoyed the scenes you described.
BILL HUNT07/29/09
This story comes to life with dialog. Sounds like real Teens in real Family life to me. Like Teens, there's more training needed. But while I read this, I was longing for a Pizza!!!