“EWWW!” I screamed as I entered my bedroom. It laid on my pillow with its pure black eyes open, eerily watching me. I could tell it was dead from the way the dried blood plastered on its mottled gray fur. The long tail and feet glistened a pale pink hue in the twilight. The whiskers were stained in a deep red, almost black color. “ALANA! After I’m dealing with this mysterious rat, I’ll deal with you!” What did I do to deserve this? Well, I did my fair share of transforming her into grouchy Squidward, a character in Spongebob Squarepants, but I didn’t exactly deserve a dead rodent on my pillow!
Looking back at that day, I remember that it was especially hot in the mid July heatwave. The summer breeze rustled the green leafed trees. I remember the birds chirped early every morning and the morning dew clung onto the freshly cut grass. But most …show more content…
“What?”
“Lara!!!”
I stomp all the way down the stairs, into the kitchen.
“What?!?” I yell.
“Answer me, you spoiled brat!” Her hand is poised on her hip and she dramatically rolls her eyes.
“Yes, mother?” I glare back at her with pure hatred. “You’re too deaf to hear me anyways with those mom ears of yours.”
“You’re forgetting that Dad left me in charge. Not you.”
“Careful with all of that yelling. Your mom ears might fall off. Lucky for you, you can’t hear the own sound of your hideous voice!”
“What are you? Nine?” Alana laughs at her own joke. “Oh, right. You are. Grow up!”
“At least I act like it,” I admit. “You act like you’re three, but you’re twelve. And I’m the one who needs to grow up?”
“Fine!” she snaps. “Have fun cooking your lunch, doing all the chores, and cleaning your room. You’re the worst sister anyone could ever have. I wish you didn’t exist!” I storm all the way up the stairs and slam my bedroom door as hard as I could. Tears well up in my eyes and I silently sob for an hour. During my breakdown, I think of how much easier it would be without a nagging, critical
Looking back at that day, I remember that it was especially hot in the mid July heatwave. The summer breeze rustled the green leafed trees. I remember the birds chirped early every morning and the morning dew clung onto the freshly cut grass. But most …show more content…
“What?”
“Lara!!!”
I stomp all the way down the stairs, into the kitchen.
“What?!?” I yell.
“Answer me, you spoiled brat!” Her hand is poised on her hip and she dramatically rolls her eyes.
“Yes, mother?” I glare back at her with pure hatred. “You’re too deaf to hear me anyways with those mom ears of yours.”
“You’re forgetting that Dad left me in charge. Not you.”
“Careful with all of that yelling. Your mom ears might fall off. Lucky for you, you can’t hear the own sound of your hideous voice!”
“What are you? Nine?” Alana laughs at her own joke. “Oh, right. You are. Grow up!”
“At least I act like it,” I admit. “You act like you’re three, but you’re twelve. And I’m the one who needs to grow up?”
“Fine!” she snaps. “Have fun cooking your lunch, doing all the chores, and cleaning your room. You’re the worst sister anyone could ever have. I wish you didn’t exist!” I storm all the way up the stairs and slam my bedroom door as hard as I could. Tears well up in my eyes and I silently sob for an hour. During my breakdown, I think of how much easier it would be without a nagging, critical