You are not Ramona, lady, chapter 1

"Who are you? I didn't give any permission to Marry that she can invite a friend to sleep over."

"Dad, something terrible is happening right now," I said, all scared.
So my dad answered, "Are you drunk? I'm not your dad. Where's Marry? I need to talk with her."

I had had enough. I tried to tell him.
"Ok, mister. Listen to me. Actually, come with me. Let me tell you what's wrong. And listen to me. I am Marry, believe me! When I woke up, I caught sight of my nails, and then I saw my new face in the mirror. My face is now Ramona's face."

"Don't lie to me. And who the hell is Ramona!?!"

"I'm not lying. Ramona is Tre's daughter. You know, Green Day's drummer, Tre."

Dad barated me. "Marry is totally obsessed with Green Day! Is she totally crazy or what!? She's making worries by telling friends to make our eyes blind!"

"Dad, believe me! Ask me something that nobody knows, just you and Marry. If I answer it correctly, you must believe me," I replied resolutely.

"Ok, you wrote a message for your "boyfriend", and the message was sent to me accidentally. What was the message?"

"'Hey, honey bear! I really miss you, and I want to see you again soon. I hope that you'll call me more than once a day. I really love you and miss you. Bye-bye, Your M.J.'"

Dad said, suprised, "That's right! How did you know!?"

"Well, see? I'm your daughter!"

Dad was shocked and walked into the kitchen and told my mum and brother about this whole situation. They thought that Dad was crazy, but when they heard about the message, they believed. I walked to the kitchen, all nervous, and
said the same. But the only problem was that tomorrow was school.
I was suprised when I thought about today's day: Sunday. That's it. Now I know why our band is named Sunday.