I sat on the edge of my bed, deeply regretting the past couple of minutes. It all started when my rotten little brother, Kevin, tried to get me to play Peter Pan with him. I don't know what it is, but there is something about the whole 'cocky little boy who will never grow up' that just drives me up the wall. But Kevin absolutely adored it. All he talked about was "What if Peter Pan...", "I would love to ... with Peter Pan", or "Peter Pan is SO cool!" It drives me crazy.
Anyway, Kevin comes in my room and says,"Hey Katelyn. Do you want to play Peter Pan? I need a Captain Hook."
"No. I am doing homework." I said shortly, not even bothering to turn around. In actuality, I was playing Interactive Buddy on But I wasn't going to tell him that.
Kevin walked up to my computer and gasped. "You're not doing homework! Your playing games!"
"So?" I said irritably.
"So, will you play with me?" he asked again.
"No! I just said no. Play with Duncan!" I said as continued blowing up Teletubbies. Duncan was Kevin's Golden Retriever. I had a cat named Roxy.
"But Katelyn! Duncan can't use a sword!" he said as he grabbed my hand off of the mouse.
"That's your problem!" I snapped as I yanked my hand away and resumed my game.
"You're no fun anymore!" Kevin cried as his eyes watered a little bit.
"I believe the correct verb form is 'you aren't any fun anymore' " I said sarastically as I raised my finger in the air and twiddled it.
But Kevin just turned sharply and ran out of my room, sniffling and wiping is eyes. I had to admit, I felt a little badly about being so snippy, but not enough to play Peter Pan with him. I got off the computer and decided to read a magazine. Not but 2 minutes later, my mom stormed into my room and slammed the door behind her. I knew I was in for it.
"Tell me, Katelyn. Why is your brother crying his eyes out downstairs?" she asked me, her tone quickly rising and her foot tapping on the floor.
I sighed and got off my bed. "Because I wouldn't play with him." I whispered quietly, shame pouring into every word.
"That's right. I don't understand why you can't just swallow your pride and play with him!" my mom yelled. My stomach started churning from all of the pressure.
"It's not that I am too proud to play. I just don't like Peter Pan." I said, trying to convince my mom I wasn't at fault here. But I knew I was.
"Well, you know your brother loves it. Why do you have to be so selfish?" my mom retorted, her face turning red with rage. She thinks I am selfish?! Just because I wouldn't play ONE game with Kevin?
"I am not selfish!" I yelled back.
"Yes you are, you little brat!" my mom screamed back. I felt anger boiling inside of me as I balled my fists.
"Just because I wouldn't play one stupid game!? If anyone is being selfish, it's Kevin! He's the one who tried to get me to play a game he knows I hate! I would have played anything else, and he knows that. He just wanted me to get in trouble!" I screeched.
"Well it worked! You are grounded for a month. That means no seeing your friends, no going anywhere, no computer, no iPod, no watching TV!" my mom yelled before she power walked out of my room and slammed the door again. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face into it, screaming hurtful things that were thankfully muffled. I threw the pillow on the ground and sat on the edge of my bed, breathing deeply and trying to regain my composure. Just as I was about to calm down, Kevin opened the door to my room and walked inside. He stood infront of me with a sad look on his face.
"I'm sorry you got in trouble. I didn't mean to make Mom ground you." he said. His voice sounded honest and sincere, but I didn't buy it.
"Mom told you to say that, didn't she?" I asked coldly.
"No! I just wanted you to know I wasn't trying to get you grounded." he said, smiling a little bit. He thought he was off the hook.
"You are not sorry! Get out of my room!" I said as I picked up another pillow and chucked it at him. He easily dodged it and said with an evil grin,"Peter taught me that one."
I screamed and jumped off my bed and tackled him, smothering him with more pillows and yelling that Peter Pan does not exist. You don't even have to guess who saw us. My mother. I am now grounded for 2 months.
I opened my large window and sat on the edge, taking in the cold breeze and gazing at the stars. "Allright, Mr. Pan." I said, chuckling to myself,"You had better not stop at this house. Because I will be on you like Jackie Chan." I laughed again and closed the window. I gave the stars one last look before teetering to my bed and collapsing on it, totally worn out from screaming.