This has been the worst weekend ever.
Let's start on Friday. I enjoy Fridays, because we do sport at school and me and my friends enjoy it. I say bye to my friends for the weekend and expect to have a relaxing weekend of doing what I would like to do. So, I arrive home at the usual time of 3.45PM and am greeted by the mother. We exchange greetings, as is the tradition, and then she informs me that my 10 and 8-year-old and 7-month-old cousins will be staying at my house on Saturday night. Great. Not that I don't like them or anything, but it is a total nightmare when they come round. I continue with the day, with the horror of my cousins set into my memory.
Saturday rolls by, and I awake to be reminded that the cousins are coming. After muttering an expletive or two under my breath, I get dressed and await their arrival. Around noon, they arrive. The noise was simply catastrophic and embarrasing. The amount of noise generated by these 3 pre-pubescent children was simply a calamity. They take over my area, operate my PC with strict instructions not to and decide to deny my right to play my Xbox 360. Ok, they are my cousins, I don't see them that often. I can let them get away with some things I suppose. Saturday night, and the noise restarts. The two eldest are fighting and the baby is screaming. You might think the 10-year-old is a bully to the younger, but it is the opposite way round. The 8-year-old boy is a frightening sight to behold when enraged. Things calm down, we go to bed and more trouble starts. They start fighting again.
Sunday comes and I wake up feeling like I have the plague. My head is BANGING and my back, legs and arms are aching. Once again, the Xbox/computer have been commandered. I go down for something to eat, followed by the 8-year-old. I simply cannot get a moments peace away from these b******s. The clock says 8.45. Only another 75 minutes of this torture to go. About three more fights occur and they go home. Finally. I am victorious. Far from it.
The uncle phones and expresses a wish to visit the house. Fine I say, I enjoy seeing my uncle. Foolish me for forgetting that of course with the uncle comes a copius amount of alcohol. Now I start to get pissed off. I simply cannot stand watching people get drunk. I say my hello's and retire to my room. Then, more evil happens. The grandmother and auntie come round, and these drink even more alcohol than the uncle. I am now in an apoplectic state. Although the uncle has left and gone home, the others remain and WILL NOT BUDGE. The mother came to me and said she wanted rid of them, but to no avail. I am now sat in my room typing this, grandmother and aunt thinking I am some sort of social ****** for not greeting them properly and uncle furious with me because I ignored him when he wanted me to join in. What a sham of a weekend.
And I have chemistry homework to do and have lost it. Great.
I feel ill. Someone get me the whaaaaam-bulance.