Mom i dont wanna go to Bazaar

Once upon a time, A young 17 year old kid, long brown hair, laying comfortably on a queen sized bed was enjoying his weekend watching tv. Suddenly, Mom entered the room.

"Get up, wash your face". 

"Why mom whats the occasion", asked the boy. 

 "We are going to the Bazaar", she replied.

"Dang it!"said the boy making a gloomy face. Did he not want to go to the Bazaar?

You bet I didn't wanna go. Yes, I am that boy and now is the once upon a time that my weekend will be wasted in a bazaar. Will i whine about it? Sadly, no, I know mom will take me anyway.

I washed my face,wore my blue shirt and jeans.I was all ready. My sister, just a year younger than me was excited and getting ready as if it were her marriage. My room was upstairs, hadn't came downstairs since waking up. I came downstairs in order to greet everyone.

Upon opening the door of the living room,there was a transition from pin drop silence to a chatterfull room.

"Hey grand daughter you are awake",said my grandfather sarcasticly.

Having long hair doesn't makes you a girl. My grandfather is too traditional and hates my neck long hair.

I faked a smile."Dont tease him"said my grandma. My grandfather replied"I am telling you the long hair of this lad is leeching his blood that's why he is so willow wild".

"Dad,these are merely myths,long hair is harmless".

This myth is famous around my city long hair leeches blood. I would have asked my grandfather why grandma is fat with much longer hair but my mother would reprimand me to mars and back for talking back to elders. Good thing uncle had my back. 

After wearing a ton of make up my aunt, sister and mother were ready.

Uncle drove us to the bazaar. He parked his car nearby.

Me, the only one there who didn't like shopping, its not like they were gonna buy me a ps5. Honestly, I was brought here as a baggage carrier. Such was my cruel fate, I didn't even need new clothes. I would much prefer to continue reading "Boon's banana bizzare bazaar"

"Ayaam go with your  grandfather", ordered my mom.

Please can I  go with uncle is what I would have said if my words were valued.

"Okay mom", I spoke unwillingly.

"Come here chap,we are going to meet my old friend whose shop is nearby".He said pointing his walking cane forwards.

My body moved though my soul refused to, barely carrying myself forcibly, in hopes that the time passes quickly. Well, atleast no bags to carry.