Gone Wrong

    Hi! My name is Kayson. I’m 13, and I live on a farm. I live in the beautiful countryside of Minnesota. I have a little sister and a younger brother. My sister’s name is Ava, and she is six. My brother’s name is Ayden, and he’s 10. It’s Friday afternoon and I just got home from school.

“Kayson, come do your homework and get your brother and sister,” my mom yelled.

“Ok!” I said angrily to mom. (Why do I have to do everything?) “I don’t have homework today,” I said.

“Ok, then,” my mom said. “Then go do your chores.”

“Fine! (Gritted teeth) What do I have to do?”

“Go feed the chickens and feed the dog.”

“Okay.”

I’m outside feeding the chickens. There’s a chicken that I’m really scared of. Her name is Shelly, and she’s scary. I give her food and she bites me and scratches me. She gives me the chills.

Now I’m feeding the dog. “Here you go, Charlee.” My dog, Charlee, is a black lab. We adopted him when he was just born.

“Kayson, time for dinner,” my mom yelled.

“Ok! Come on, Charlee, come inside!”

I just got done with dinner. We had burgers and fries. Now I have to tell my brother that he has to study for his science quiz on Monday. (Like I said, I have to do EVERYTHING.) He has been failing all his grades so my mom wants him to study more. I guess that’s MY job to make sure he does that.

“Ayden, Mom said that you need to study for the science quiz on Monday.”

“No! Go away!” he said and stubbornly stuck his lip out.

“Ayden. Don’t do this to me today. Mom said! So you have to do it!”

“Fine!” my brother scoffed.

After a while, I casually asked,”Hey, Mom, what are we doing tomorrow?”

“Work. Why?”

I’m really tired of that answer. “Mom, I’m a good kid. I do my homework. I help with Ayden and Ava. I do my chores. I try not to complain. It just seems like there’s NEVER a reward for all the things I do. Can we just ONE time do something fun?” I asked, starting to cry. “It’s not FAIR!!”

My mom was stunned. “Kayson, you’re right. You don’t ask for much. Let’s do something fun. How about the trampoline park tomorrow?”

“Thanks, Mom.” Usually communicating angry feelings gets me nowhere. She must want to get away, too!

(The next day) Rise and shine! I’m really excited because we’re going to the trampoline park! I love to jump and get my energy blown off. So it’s a good day for the trampoline park. After a delicious pancake and bacon breakfast, we all pile into the car.

“Ok, I’m so excited! I haven’t been to the jump park in so long!” I shriek.

We’re not in the car very long when… BANG! CRASH! THUD!

“Mom, what was that?” we all cry.

“Oh no! That car just crashed into another while passing that pickup!” my mom cried. I could tell she was scared for whoever was in those two cars. “Kids, I’m so sorry,” my mom said. “But we can’t leave an accident scene. We have to call 9-1-1, NOW.”

Within minutes, there were two ambulance vehicles and cop cars everywhere. Traffic was backed up for miles. FINALLY, we received some news.

“Between the two cars, we have three adults and six children that will need medical attention right away,” one cop said.

“Hopefully everyone will be ok. But a couple of the children were not responding at first,” said another.

“We’re lucky you called 9-1-1 when you did. You likely saved these people’s lives,” said a third.

Me??? I thought? I…saved someone’s life?? That’s a feeling I will never forget.

Maybe we never made it to the trampoline park that day, but I realized something: It’s more important to help people with more SERIOUS problems than worry about doing something “fun,” even if it feels like you never do anything fun! Life can always be worse, and I will never take it for granted. I hugged my mom, my sister, and my brother… and we safely drove home.