Walking down the stairs, Allie already knew what the answer was going to be.
I never get to do anything, she thought to herself. She crept into the living room and tip-toed towards her sleeping father.
"Hey dad?" She inquired, her voice low as to not startle him. He slowly opened his eyes and glanced upwards with a look of death appearing on his face.
"What do you want?" He returned not so delicately. She hesitated. Do I ask him? Is it really that important? She could not make up her mind.
"Can I go to the carnival this year? Pleassseee?" She closed her eyes and turned her head towards her feet. Her father sighed, obviously not amused.
"What?" He asked her as if not understanding the first question. She put up her guard now, ready to defend her case.
"I have never been before and I am almost 17 years old now. All of my friends are going!"
He put his hand on his forehead as if in a frustrated deep thought. "No Allison."
This is where the fight starts.
"But dad, I am going to be 17 in a month! I will have my liscense soon! Why can't I go?"
He started to sit up and yelled higher, as if in a challenge. "Because bad things happen at the carnival, that's why!"
This always happens to me. He wonders why I sit home on saturday nights with no friends. "Just because you're a cop doesn't mean that everything you see is going to happen to me. I will be with a group of six friends and I will have my phone on me. Please." She was no longer merely requesting, now she was begging.
He laid back down and turned to face the wall. "I will talk to your mother." The conversation was over.
