Artemis scowled as she slid under her dirt bike. Dinner had been a tense affair, like normal. She had gone off with Alan, trying to talk the idiot out of it. She had ended up being grounded as well, which really sucked. While she was gone, someone had gunned the engine and killed the accelerator. Honestly, she wanted to gut the guy who had done it. Probably Scott, that bloody speed demon. Grabbing a monkey wrench, she began work on the destroyed engine.
A lot of quiet swearing later, she threw the spanner down. She slid out from under the bike on Gordon's favourite skateboard, which she was surprised that he had not found yet. She checked her watch, it was 10:30. Quietly swearing once more, she ran to her room. Changing into her American Motocross Under 18 Championship - a competition that she had won 2 years in a row (including this year) - shirt, Artemis put on some comfy trousers and drifted off to sleep.
At 7:38 the next morning, Gordon snuck down the corridor to Artemis' room. He had a bucket of water in his hands. Time for the first prank of the holiday. Silently slipping into the dark room, he positioned himself directly next to the head of the young girl. The girl in question was shifting in her sleep, oblivious to the misfortune about to bestow itself upon her. Gordon upended the bucket upon his only sister, making her cry out in surprise. She reacted faster than he could have guessed, feet swinging out of bed and she bounded onto the slightly wet carpeted floor, immediately giving chase to her prankster brother.
Jeff, who had gotten to the doorway of his room in the investigation of the sudden noise from his only daughter, suddenly saw his aquamarine son shooting past his door who was quickly followed by a drenched and enraged Artemis. Deciding that it was too early for this sort of thing, Jeff returned to bed. It turned out that Artemis only followed Gordon up to the kitchen, where she began to pour herself some cereal.
