This is a dictatorship, not a democracy

You’re a stubborn mule!

When my big brother came upstairs to change into his Sunday best for a Friday night church youth rally, he compared me to the hybrid farm animal because I wasn’t doing the same.

Instead, this mild-mannered seventh grader was sprawled across his bed, flipping through the freshly distributed Ellwoodian yearbook hunting for heartfelt messages from classmates.

“Why aren’t you getting ready for the Christ’s Ambassadors meeting in Meadville like Mom expressly instructed us to do?” inquired John as he slipped into a pair of slacks and a button-down dress shirt.

“I’m not going to the youth rally,” I defiantly stated, turning to the next page in the colorful high school annual. “Since it’s Friday night, I’m staying home to watch my television shows — Diff’rent Strokes, W