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.