Bored, bored, bored.
There was nothing to keep me entertained. My older brother was out with friends and Dad was working late today. It was just me and Mom in this empty house. She was making supper and I was laying here on the floor. Bored out of my mind. I rolled over and looked at the black bookshelf in the corner of the living room. Monopoly was sitting alone on one shelf and it suddenly became very tempting to abandon my existential crisis and play. But, again, only Mom was home and she always dominated everyone. And I mean everyone. Including my 5 year old cousin.
But maybe this time I would win. It was worth a shot. I picked myself up off the ground and retrieved the monopoly game. Mom had just gone to the washroom, so I used that time to set up the game. I handed out money for each of us and I knew that Mom always played as the car. I took the dog and decided to be banker. Though I wish that we had the electronic version; it wouldn't take nearly as long to figure out how many of each type of bill.
I heard the toilet flush and Mom wash her hands. She came out and when she saw the board game all set up, she looked confused and a little upset.
"Hey, Mom; did I ever tell you about how awesome you are?" The old suck-up routine should do the trick.
"No, I can't right now, I'm busy making supper."
"Well, okay. I know you aren't very good at this game anyway." She looked the slightest bit annoyed. She may be a mother of two rowdy children, but she was competitive.
"I would beat you so bad if I played." She'll cave soon. I know it.
"Whatever you say, Mom. I know you're just afraid of losing to your daughter."
She practically threw our supper into the oven and slammed the door closed in fury.
I knew I could get her to play. Now I just had to win; and that was going to be a piece of cake, right?
I was losing. In our family, we played until all except one person ran out of money or all except one person forfeited . And I had about five dollars. If I could just go three more spaces, I would get to the FREE PARKING space. But the three spaces before it all belonged to Mom.
"Alright, your turn." Mom challenged, rolling me the dice. I carefully picked it up and started a prayer.
"Please, God, let me get past this and into FREE PARKING!! Please!!" Mom gave me a look that said 'I've raised an idiot'.
I took a deep breathe, then tossed the dice. Please be three, please be three, PLEASE be three. It was two.
I flipped the game board.