my father has described his house will one day be. He used to sit me down and tell me of the one day when we would move into this gigantichouse. He described it as a combination of the White House, a submarine, and a New YorkCity skyscraper. Never worried about how much it would cost, just knowing that one dayhe would be able to own this residence was all he needed. Itll make this house you live in now look like a poor mans shack, he would say. Everyone will have their own room, with plenty of space to put anything you wantedanywhere you wanted it to go. I never believed him. I would play it off as my fathers wishful thinking. Morerambling that he so often did. I figured I had as good a chance to see Elvis Presley as I didto live in this grand place. But lo and behold, the day has come when I come face to facewith my fathers dream. I walk inside, see my bedroom, and realize that my father has notgone back on his word. His dream has come true, and we live exactly where he said wewould.But Theyre My LinesWhat are they thinking? They are wrong, I am right. All of them have ganged upagainst me, but I will hold firm in my belief this time. Terry, Mary, and Keith all think theyare so good now, but when I star in the greatest movie ever, they will comprehend what amistake they made. These so-called friends of mine cannot grasp the genius ideas that Ihave mentioned. It all starts innocently enough, Terry and I playing some basketball in my backyard. Then, Keith and Mary come over, but Mary is too cool to play sports, so we have to dosomething different. Mary has this great idea that we should write and act in a play. Sinceno one else can think of anything better to do, we all decide that this idea isnt that bad. No, no, no. My idea is better, she says. Whatever I suggest, Mary seems to thinkof something that is better for the play. Terry and Keith do not have the guts to stand up toher, so it is basically me versus her. It...
