It'll Be Fun

I press the “Play” button,
Just as the phone rings.
I look over in horror,
Afraid of what I’ll see.
“Incoming Call,”
And I wait in fright.
The number shows,
I slam my head into the desk.
She’s calling again,
For the eight millionth time.
Isn’t there anyone else?
And I know exactly what she’ll say:
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

I frantically rack my brain
For an excuse.
As my Mom picks it up and says,
“Hello?”
I fell like screaming,
“Oh God Mom,
No!
Just pretend that
We aren’t here!”
She says, “Wait a second,”
Then calls up to me,
“It’s Elizabeth.”
I sigh in defeat,
Pained by it so.
I pick up and the phone,
I say “Hello.”
I don’t need a response,
I know what she’ll say.
Ringing in my ear,
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“Hi!” comes out her cheery voice.
I’m sickened just by the sound.
Come on girl,
Give me a freaking break!
I can’t play with you all the time.
“Yeah?” I say,
Agony overcoming my brain.
I feel like head-desking once more,
But I guess that it’s too late.
“Can you come over?”
The same every day.
Yesterday’s excuse was cleaning out the garage,
Now what do I do?
Because I know,
No matter what…
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

I think about it for a split-second,
And then I decide not to think.
“I – I gotta clean my room today.”
“What?  I thought that was two days ago.”
“Oh, well, it’s messy again.
Sorry, I have to go.”
“But why must you do it every day?  It’s like your Mom just makes up an excuse.”
“Oh, no, not at all.  But really-”
“I think your Mom hates me.  Everyone does.  I never have any friends.”
I feel like screaming at her right then,
She's such a stupid girl.
I feel like screaming,
“This is why nobody likes you!
You’re too caught up in yourself!”
I restrain myself-
For the time being-
And say,
“Well, maybe tomorrow.”
“Ugh, I’m so bored.  Yeah, yeah.”
“Well then, bye.”
I hang up the phone,
Still not at ease,
For I know what’ll happen tomorrow.
A ring of the phone,
Again and again.
“Come on, it’ll be fun!”