Sibling Rivalry
By: Gothic
Guardian
Age 13
"Captain Jack Sparrow.... Kind of a nice ring to it, if you ask me." My stupid, crazy ten year old brother grinned and put on his stupid pirate's hat.
I sighed in frustration. "Jack! Take that ridiculous thing off of your head immediately! Mum would die of fright if she sees you wearing it."
He just smiled his lopsided, impish smile. "When I become Cap'n, I'll let you be part o' me crew, savvy?" Ugh! That stupid pirate—talk again.
"One: stop talking like an uneducated, simple sailor. Two: Get back to work. Three: TAKE OFF THAT BLOODY HAT!!" I knew as soon as I did it,; yelling was definitely a mistake. Tears filled his eyes, all traces of a smile vanished.
The door to my room opened and my mother stepped in just as Jack started weeping like a baby. "Mum! He yelled at me!"
"Bloodymumblemanipulativemumbleidioticmumblebabymumble." Even speaking under my breath, my mother could hear me over Jack's whining.
"Timothy Nicholas Sparrow! How dare you speak to (or about) your brotherthat way. I want you to apologize immediately." "NOW." She.... insisted, after a few moments of hesitation.
"Sorry." Oh, that little brat. First he doesn't pay attention when I try to teach him how to read and write. Then he gets me into trouble. "That stupid, little bratty twerp...."
"Timmy!" Oh, buggar, I said that out loud.
"Sorry." I repeated, unenthusiastically.
"For....?" Stupid, Spoiled, Jack....
"For calling you names and yelling at you." I glared at him, my voice sickly sweet. "Happy?" I questioned through clenched teeth.
"Very." He smiled impishly again.
"Good." Mother said as she left. As a final warning, she added "Behave, both of you." closing the door behind her.
As soon as I was sure that she was no longer within earshot, I threw a pillow at him. It hit him square in the chest with a dull thump. "You cry to Mother and you'll never be allowed in my room. Ever again." The tears that started to form were replaced by his usual smile.
"You do realize this now means war." He threw the pillow back at me. It missed and landed about six paces away from me.
"Ha! You'll never become a captain of anything with an aim like that. Besides," I rose from my place on the bed as I spoke and retrieved the pillow. "a captain needs to know how to read and write, too." I threw the pillow back at him. "At this rate, you won't learn any of the skills you need to be a pirate, let alone a pirate captain."
A desire to learn filled his eyes and he picked up the book I'd been trying to teach him to read for the past year.
Slowly, but surely, he began to read.
By: Gothic
Guardian
Age 13
"Captain Jack Sparrow.... Kind of a nice ring to it, if you ask me." My stupid, crazy ten year old brother grinned and put on his stupid pirate's hat.
I sighed in frustration. "Jack! Take that ridiculous thing off of your head immediately! Mum would die of fright if she sees you wearing it."
He just smiled his lopsided, impish smile. "When I become Cap'n, I'll let you be part o' me crew, savvy?" Ugh! That stupid pirate—talk again.
"One: stop talking like an uneducated, simple sailor. Two: Get back to work. Three: TAKE OFF THAT BLOODY HAT!!" I knew as soon as I did it,; yelling was definitely a mistake. Tears filled his eyes, all traces of a smile vanished.
The door to my room opened and my mother stepped in just as Jack started weeping like a baby. "Mum! He yelled at me!"
"Bloodymumblemanipulativemumbleidioticmumblebabymumble." Even speaking under my breath, my mother could hear me over Jack's whining.
"Timothy Nicholas Sparrow! How dare you speak to (or about) your brotherthat way. I want you to apologize immediately." "NOW." She.... insisted, after a few moments of hesitation.
"Sorry." Oh, that little brat. First he doesn't pay attention when I try to teach him how to read and write. Then he gets me into trouble. "That stupid, little bratty twerp...."
"Timmy!" Oh, buggar, I said that out loud.
"Sorry." I repeated, unenthusiastically.
"For....?" Stupid, Spoiled, Jack....
"For calling you names and yelling at you." I glared at him, my voice sickly sweet. "Happy?" I questioned through clenched teeth.
"Very." He smiled impishly again.
"Good." Mother said as she left. As a final warning, she added "Behave, both of you." closing the door behind her.
As soon as I was sure that she was no longer within earshot, I threw a pillow at him. It hit him square in the chest with a dull thump. "You cry to Mother and you'll never be allowed in my room. Ever again." The tears that started to form were replaced by his usual smile.
"You do realize this now means war." He threw the pillow back at me. It missed and landed about six paces away from me.
"Ha! You'll never become a captain of anything with an aim like that. Besides," I rose from my place on the bed as I spoke and retrieved the pillow. "a captain needs to know how to read and write, too." I threw the pillow back at him. "At this rate, you won't learn any of the skills you need to be a pirate, let alone a pirate captain."
A desire to learn filled his eyes and he picked up the book I'd been trying to teach him to read for the past year.
Slowly, but surely, he began to read.