Sulkily I stomped to my room and slouched onto my chair feeling annoyed and disgusted. Why does he get jam, vegemite and marmite when he only likes marmite? Back at the supermarket I showed him the jam and I swear he said “No!, I like marmite!”
My Mom can be too nice at times. As I opened the door, I came up with an evil plan. Quickly I sprinted down the stairs, plastered a fake smile and suspiciously made a sandwich especially for my cousin.
“Hey, Ken! Here’s your sandwich.” I said with a wicked smile.
“Ewww!What is this horrible stuff in my sandwich?”my Cousin screamed.
“I thought you said you said you like both jam and vegemite?” I replied.
Grumpily, my brother Oli stomped straight back to his bedroom from the kitchen table. This was because the only thing he liked was Cricket, Guitar, chocolate and Marmite, however the only thing left for tea was Jam and toast. I said to him kindly, “why don’t you try some, it’s quite nice?” But he just refused and shouted what the [email protected]#* “No I like Marmite you idiot!” Then suddenly I heard a shout from my parents room. It was my dad screaming “What are you two monkeys arguing over now! I replied back “Oli doesn’t like whats left for tea.
The forever struggle… Breakfast. Slowly, I made my way down the stairs. I was there before my brother! Oh no, was what I thought when I heard my brother crashing down the stairs. We agree with nothing. Foods, Movies, anything! Like I said, nothing in common. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the jam and a piece of bread. My brother entered the kitchen. “We are having jam and toast for breakfast, I got here first!” I said without looking at him. “What? NO!” He shouted, “I like marmite!” He ran to me, trying to tackle me down. “YES!” I screamed back, “Get off!”. Every morning, every week, every month, every year. This is what happens.
Miserably, I awoke with the the terror of my brother telling my mom to put marmite in our toast. I raced down the stairs as fast as I could. I hoped to get there first. When I reached the door frame I saw the terrible sight that I wake to every morning…… My brothers gleeful smile. I finally realized that this wasn’t a dream. He was spreading marmite on my toast! ” I like Marmite”, he said.
Think of this, you are sitting on the couch, eating popcorn while watching your favourite tv series or movie. That sounds legendary. Everything is going so well until you ask for your marmite toast. It turns out that your mum is barely listening and she thought you said vegemite so she started spreading that totally grotty spread on your otherwise delicious toast. Excitedly, you are jumping up and down on the couch making all of your popcorn fall onto the carpet. Then, it comes. You take one big, juicy bite and immediately scream. “NO, I LIKE MARMITE!” Then… you fainted.