Mature because of the odd swear, nothing else.
"Vanessa! If you want ice cream then come down now!" yells Abbas from downstairs.
I sigh . "Coming!" I shout. I close the browser, turn off the screen and go downstairs.
I open the freezer and pull out a tub of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. Walking back into the kitchen, I frown at Abbas.
"I thought you said you'd got Frozen Yogurt accidentally?" I say accusingly.
"We did," says my brother.
"This is Chocolate Fudge Brownie though." I shouldn't be complaining. I love Chocolate Fidge Brownie.
"Yeah, but it's frozen yogurt."
I look down at the tub again and read what is on the lid.
Ben & Jerry's
Chocolate Fudge Brownie
I peel of the lid and look at the substance,which does not look like ice cream one bit.
"This isn't ice cream!" I yell , suddenly extremely pissed off.
"Why don't you try it?" says Abbas, sounding calm as ever.
This just seem to make me angrier.
"You ask me if I want ice effing cream, not effing frozen yogurt!" I scream. But I don't say effing.
"Just eat it or go to bed!" shouts my dad.
I slam the tub top down onto the work top and storm upstairs to my room in the attic, slamming every single door as I go.
I dive onto my mattress and pull the duvet over my head.
"Why does everything in my life suck?" I mutter into the darkness.