Lil’ Rebel and the Christmas Party
“Are you coming to my Christmas Eve party?” asked Lil’ Rebel’s best friend, Sally.
“I don’t know if I can now,” said Lil’ Rebel. “My parents want me to babysit my sister, Pattie.”
“That is too bad,” said Sally. “I was counting on you.”
“You know,” said Lil’ Rebel. “I could always bring her with me.”
“Not a good idea,” said Sally. “There is going to be quite a bit of alcohol. I don’t want Pattie to get hurt.”
“How about we have the party at my place?” suggested Lil’ Rebel. “Pattie will be asleep by nine.”
“I suppose we could do that,” said Sally. “Are you sure it will be okay with your parents?”
“Of course,” said Lil’ Rebel. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”
“I don’t know,” said Sally.
“It would be the only way I would be able to go,” said Lil’ Rebel.
“Okay,” said Sally. “It is settled then. We will have the party at your place.”
Christmas Eve came along. Mom and Dad were giving last minute instructions to Lil’ Rebel.
“Pattie is to be in bed by eight,” said Mom.
“No friends over,” said Dad.
“Okay,” said Lil’ Rebel. “Go. Go have fun at your Christmas party. Pattie and I will be just fine.”
Mom and Dad left. About a half an hour later, about ten young teens showed up. Pretty soon the music was blaring. Lil’ Rebel was passing around a bottle of her dad’s vodka.
“I’m telling Mom and Dad,” said Pattie, who came downstairs to ask Lil’ Rebel to turn the music down.
Lil’ Rebel didn’t hear what Pattie had said. Pattie called her dad’s cellphone and told him what was going on.
“Everybody out!” shouted Dad when they came home early. “Lil’ Rebel you are grounded.”
“I’m sorry,” said Lil’ Rebel.
“You have a whole two weeks to tell us what you did and why,” said Mom.
“Merry Christmas!” said Lil’ Rebel stomping off to her room. “I don’t know why you are so angry.”
“You stole your dad’s bottle of vodka,” said Mom. “There were ten kids here that are drinking underage.”
“Well,” said Lil’ Rebel. “That so called bottle of vodka is nothing more than water. I kept one of dad’s empty bottles and filled it up with water. Not one of those kids knew the difference.”
Dad took the bottle of vodka and tasted it. For once, Lil’ Rebel did the right thing. That bottle was just water.
“We are so sorry,” said Dad, ashamed that they had jumped to conclusions.
“It is okay,” said Lil’ Rebel. “I didn’t want Pattie to get hurt. That is why I did what I did with the empty bottle of vodka.”
“We are very proud of you,” said Dad, hugging Lil’ Rebel.
Lil’ Rebel actually felt good because for once, she was not in trouble.
“I take it I am not grounded,” smiled Lil’ Rebel.
“Of course not,” said Dad.
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