"What am I doing?" I mumbled out loud.

Crumpling up the sixteenth paper that evening, I chucked it towards the Mount Everest of stupid ideas I had in my trash bin. I started fiddling with the pencil in my hand.

I was struggling again. I had no clue what to draw or sketch that could even be considered normal. I had gone through this process so many times in the past week already that it was starting to get annoying.

"YAH!"

…Almost as annoying as the nuisance on the other side of my wall.

I stood up from my chair and opened my bedroom door. The crashing and banging was still going, and I could feel my inner Hulk ready to explode. Continuing down the hall, I added my own banging to the mix on a door marked: "No Girls Allowed."

"Will you two knock it off!" The noises suddenly stopped and I smiled with satisfaction. "That's more like it." I began turning back to my bedroom when….

"Casi!" My mom's voice rang out, "Dinner's ready! Could you get your brothers?" I groaned out loud, trudging back to the stagnated bedroom of my twin brothers. I knocked on the wood again, "Logan! Hayden!" No response. Taking a breath, I opened the door to find the bedroom empty.

"Logan?" I called out. "Hayden? I know you're in here." Suddenly, I felt something heavy drop on top of me and wrestle me to the ground.

"I've got her, Sir Logan!" Logan suddenly emerged from their closet.

"Huzzah! We've captured the evil dragon!"

I glared at him, "Excuse me?"

"Uh oh," Hayden began, jumping off of me, "She's gonna blow fire! To the castle!"

Logan followed him onto the top of their bunkbed, "Run while you still have your arms and legs!" I stood up, feeling like I really was going to spew fire at them. I'll never understand why they're always this crazy. "She's storming the castle!"

"Launch the cannons!"

"Wait," I said, "Wha-." Before I could even finish my response, I found I was being bombarded by pillows, stuffed animals and…. "Ow! Don't throw Legos at me!"

"She's not backing down!"

"We must use our greatest weapon, Sir Logan. Breakout the bazookas!" I watched as they pulled out two Super Soakers from under Hayden's pillow.

"You wouldn't dare," I growled.

"Fire!" The duo squirted away, chills running down my spine from the iced water loaded inside. I tried dodging their attack, but it was no use. They had me. And what was worse, I noticed stains on my shirt.

"Did you steal Mom's food coloring from the pantry?!"

"Keep going! She's backing down!" But within seconds, their Soakers stopped spraying and they were left with nothing. Hayden turned to Logan, confused, "I thought we had a whole lot more than that!"

"We used the rest on Mrs. Umbroso's dog, remember?"

"Oh yeah…." The two stared at me blankly, as I stomped towards them.

"Logan…. Hayden…."

"Kids!" Mom's voice rang, "Dinner's ready! Please come downstairs!"

"Huzzah!" Logan yelled. "A feast!"

"Let's go!" Hayden responded, leaving me behind, soaking wet. If I was a dragon, I probably would be launching fireballs of doom towards my brothers right now.

But for the moment, I'll settle for steaming coming out of my ears.

After changing into a warmer, drier shirt, I came downstairs and notice that my Mom was putting on her coat.

"You're leaving again?" I asked.

"Just for a few hours," my mom replied, gathering her purse and things, "They need me back at the office to do a bit of overtime. You can take care of the boys while I'm gone, can you?"

Do I have to? I asked in my head.

"Sure," I said instead.

"Great," she replied, already halfway out the door. "Food's on the table. Love you!" And with that she was gone.

I entered the kitchen where my brothers were having a food fight, "What are you doing?!"

"It wasn't us!" Hayden exclaimed.

Logan tried explaining, "There was this vortex you see and-!"

"You know what?" I interrupted, trying to remain calm. "I don't care how it happen. Just go get cleaned up." They slipped out of their chairs and left me with the mess. Spaghetti and meatballs never look good on walls.

After giving the kitchen a Mr. Clean makeover, I dished up my own dinner and started eating quietly. I was never this crazy at eight years old. Why were they? Was it a gender thing? Whatever it was, it was driving me up the wall.

I returned to my room afterwards and tried thinking of what to draw. Once again, my bank of ideas was empty on normal, but filled to the max with the most ridiculous.

Wait… ridiculous….

"Sometimes you need to create the ridiculous to create something incredible."

Wasn't that what Mr. Katturman had said? I didn't think of it at the time, but suddenly it made a bit of sense. Maybe I just needed to release my insanity before creating something good.

And I knew just where to put them all.

I grabbed the sketchbook Mr. Katturman had given me, opened to the first page and began releasing all of my stupid thoughts and ideas.