Assignment 11- Ian Schaeffer

For this piece I am inclined to write about the time my sister- the ever superior Eliza Jane- who managed to achieve some wrongdoing in the eyes of my parents. Contrary to popular belief, and to the complete consternation of my mother and father, two or three days before her departure for college, this small, seemingly angelic human being made what constitutes as a mistake. It was a hot day in late August, when, after returning from that mysterious Student Voice committee that I still know nothing about, the haunting blunder came to pass. After parking the shabby, ancient car that was destined to fall into my hands, Eliza promptly lost the keys to the decaying vehicle. Our father abruptly uprooted the entire house- fully committed to avoiding the prospect that his beloved daughter's record be tarnished by this error, but the small gleaming keys were no where to be found. Ben and I were enlightened of the search, so when the rummaging yielded nothing, my father was forced to feign acts of discipline, using this pretense to maintain his tyrannical authority. He was even spotted reluctantly chastising her on at least one occasion. However, conveniently enough for my sister, she left for college a few days later, plaguing her innocent brothers with the 21st century problem of not owning a car to operate.