Monopoly

Eleanor Ashcroft
Monopoly

“Hey Elizabeth,” I shouted from my room just like a bird would call out to its friends, “do you want to play monopoly?”
“Sure she replied, and came to my room. Then I found her copying my every movement as I was taking out the game. I took out The Simpsons monopoly my family and I got a few Christmas’ ago.
I decided to be the administrator of the bank because my sisters said I was good at it. However Elizabeth always disrupts agitates and begs like a cat begging for fish, but for extra money. I never say yes, never. My mother who had just come back from shopping gave us each a packet of licorice; mine was raspberry, Elizabeth’s was cherry, and surprisingly France’s was citrus. (They were very nice.)
Frances and my mother decided to play to, so they did. So we toiled around the first part of the game until my two brats of sisters got into a cat fight about on who gets the little green worthless house. Elizabeth capitulated and let her have it. She is adequate at the game.
We were suddenly disrupted by my dog barking at the man who lives in a hovel of a house, accepted menial work at a low price, and also is illiterate. This was irrelevant to us so we carried on.
Frances plays this game in an indifferent manner. Right now she was writing in a paper in permanent marker on how much money she has and is loosing.
My mother had to make an urgent phone call, so she dropped out of the race to the finish line.
Soon it was getting boring and strenuous. We where welcome to respite from the game so we did. We never got back to monopoly.