"George! The TV is out again!" I called out yet no prevail. The show was just getting too. I finally got up to go to the kitchen, because what's the point of watching static on a messed up TV? I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack. That's where I saw her, an abnormally tall women who had a demon locked inside, standing there glaring at me.
"Nyrimph Belle Lamiir!" the horrid beast of my mother shouted. She always called me by my full name. Everybody else just call me Nyr, but not my mom. "How many times have I told you not to call your father by his first name?"
"He's not my father. M father is dead, remember?" I know this sounds mean, but I never really knew my dad. He died when I was little, and I don't even remember him. I was so little that I didn't even remember his funeral. Oh well. He's a good defense for things like this though.
"He's my dad though," teased a high pitch voice. My brother, Ralph, is a little know-it-all of a nine year old. He headed over to the refrigerator and continued tormenting me, "And if you can't watch television, why don't you read for once? Oh that's right, unlike most people, you can't read well. Even I can read better than you."
I know that siblings are supposed to be annoying, but this boy takes things too far. I lunged after in, ready to pull every limb from his body. He tried to get away, but I caught him in no time. Thank goodness for being seven years older than him, or he might have gotten away. Then again, I am the most athletic one in the family.
As soon as I got him pinned to the ground, my mom began to interfere. "Kids! Stop fighting this instant! Ralph, go up to your room! Nyrimph," She paused, and I knew that would mean she felt bad and would go easy on me, "don't kill your brother. And stop watching all those ghost shows! You know how it scares Ralph." I laughed a bit at this. You see, my mom and dad first met while they were ghost hunting. That was their thing. My mother kept at it even after his death. She didn't stop ghost hunting until she was pregnant with Ralph. George didn't want their child to be affected by nonsense such as ghosts. I think my mom still holds a grudge against George for making her stop, but she's still with him so I guess she doesn't mind.
"Are you listening to me?" accused my mother, interrupting my thoughts. My mom sighed, "Just go outside. Maybe you should play with the neighbors for once." I looked at her like she was crazy, but my mother didn't back down. I also sighed, and then headed for the front door.
I walked outside and looked to my right. There's neatly trimmed grass for a long time, until I could see the fence. Past the fence was a never ending field of wheat, an ocean of yellow. I stood on my toes, but, as always, the neighbor's house was too far away to see. Nothing interesting.
I then faced forward. The road in front of our house remained empty, and on the other side was a large fenced in field. A few cows roamed around in the field. There was a pond to the far right of the field and a few groups of trees here and there. It was a nice play, but nobody was stupid enough to trespass on their property. The old couple who owned it had way to many guns and a very good aim. Across the road was the scariest place around.
Then I looked to my left. The nicely cute grass continues for a long time, but the neighbor's house on this side is no more than a hundred yards away. I've been told the father writes books and novels just like George, but I've never actually seen him. I've never seen the mother either. I've heard she's very beautiful, but she's out of town non-stop. Then there's the son that is my age. All I know that his name is Britt, and that he loves a good fight. I don't ever go near him, but he seems to always be around me. I mean, he's my neighbor, he's always in the same hallways as me at school, in the same classes, and he even goes to the same stores at the same time! He and his buddy Toran seem to be everywhere! I'm personally a bit surprised I haven't been caught in the middle of a fight yet!
That is all that's around. Nothing. Yet it's supposed to be the perfect setting, the middle of nowhere in Georgia, for Georges writing career. Wheat and cows. Not my type of fun.
I laid down in the yard for a while and messed with a piece of grass. I soon got bored and decided to climb up the nearby tree. Just as I reached the top, my mom came outside. She walked over to me as George and Ralph got into the car. "We are going out shopping. Do you want to come?"
The grudge I held against Ralphy from earlier today made me immediately decline the offer. If I had only known what was going to happen once they were gone, I would've agreed to go in a heartbeat. But I hated my brother and didn't know the future, so 'no' was my answer and they drove off without me.
