Still August 15th

Time: Midday

Location: Bedroom

Mood:Fed up with the whole world.

OK, this is how the bonding family talk went:

Uncle: All right, this is IT! I've had enough of this ridicolous dislike between you kids! June, what is this of shaving your cousin and Bettys' eyebrows?!! Razors are very sharp and dangerous...! (blah, blah, blah)

Me (in a mature, reasonable voice): Sorry, uncle. So apparently razors are dangerous. I didn't know. Anyway, what's all the fuss? I mean...well they're not dead, are they?

Uncle: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "WELL THEY'RE NOT DEAD"???!!! THAT IS NO EXCUSE AT ALL, YOUNG LADY!!!

He is so unreasonable.

Alicia: YOU LITTLE WRETCH! I HAVE NO EYEBROWS AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!

Me: (sarcastically) Nooooo. Really? I thought it was the razors' fault.

All the boys (my cousins and brothers) laughing like loons.

Uncle: Alicia, you need sorting out too. BOYS, STOP LAUGHING! As I was saying, Alicia, to be fair, you were the one who started it all. (I start grinning) Though, dying someone's hair blue isn't up to the standards of what you did to them, June (I stop grinning). So I want you both to apologize to each other.

Alicia (spitefully): All right. June, I'm sorry for not having woken up and let you shave my eyebrows.

Uncle: Alicia...

Me: And I'm sorry for the fact you started it dying my hair blue.

Uncle: June...

Both me & Alicia: What?

Uncle: APOLOGISE TO EACH OTHER INMEDIATELY!!!

Alicia (reluctantly): I apologise.

Me (reluctanlty): I apologise.

Uncle: *sigh* If that's the best you can do...go to your room, both of you. Betty, stay. It'll do them good, some time alone together (eurgh)

So we stomped angrily into the room and once in, we sat down as far away as posible from each other. Ha. Some cousinly time. What did my Uncle expect would happen? We would start begging for forgiveness for each other and become besties?

1 mintute later

Alicia seems to be thinking. Hmmmm. I wonder if she's planning to commint suicide? I hope so.

2 minutes later

Oh, charming.

Alicia: STOP STARING AT ME!!! You insolent, malicious little... (blah blah)

Me: Nice. What did I do now???

Alicia: Let me number the reasons...oh, I can't, too many.

Me: Oh, charming. I exist. Sorry for that.

Alicia: God, GROW UP!!!!!

Me: You're telling ME to grow up? That's kind of ironic, methinks, coming from someone who has just yelled "DON'T STARE AT ME!!!"

Alicia: Arrrrggghhh!!!. Just STOP staring at me and especially stop TALKING to me.

As I said before: charming.

Oh GREAT. SAM'S come in. He's trying to make us bond because Uncle sent him to. He doesn't trust Betty, because she loves Alicia too much and will take her side and make the argument worse, whereas Sam loves us slightly more equally. Well, he loves Alicia more, but he's more, how do you say, JUST than Ugly Betty.

WHY??? WHY try to make us bond if we're perfectly happy being deadly enemies plotting to destroy each others lives??? WHY, GOD?????

Sam: All right girls, I think maybe we should start bonding as cousins.

Me: *snort* comes from someone who locked me in the boot cupboard. Hypocrite.

Sam: I am NOT a hypocrite. And you WERE being very annoying. Oh, c'mon, June, you know we love you really. So why destroy our lives?"

Oh, blow. He just HAD to say the word "love", didn't he. I must not go mushy, I must not go mushy.

Me: nnnyyyghh. (since when is that a word???)

Alicia: Speak for yourself, brother dear.

My thoughts exactly. Well, except for the brother part.

Sam: Now girls, stop it. Hold hands.

Alicia & me: WHAT???!!!

Sam: Hold hands.

Alicia & me: Euuurrghhh!!!!!!!

Sam: WILL YOU GROW UP THE PAIR OF YOU??? NOW, HOLD HANDS!!!

We obey. Grudgingly. Extremely grudgingly.

Sam: Now, look at each other and say 'I love you and I am sorry for everything that I've done. I am honoured to be your cousin.

Alicia & me: NO WAY!!!!!!

Alicia: Have you been drinking? Or have you just gone completely mad???!!!

Sam: No and no, sister dear. But it was hillarious watching you.

He goes out of the room, laughing his silly but extremely good looking head off. No June, don't think about how extremely handsome he is, think about his stupidity.

We scream at him and sigh exasperatedly. We look down. We realize, horrified, that we are still holding hands. We scream again and drop them as if they burnt.

We both flop down on our beds and stare at the ceiling, sulking. It is going to be a loooooooong day.

She must die, she must die, she must die. Or even better. She must be HORRENDOUSLY humiliated. Muahuahuahua. (And so must he. That he is Sam. Just in case you're thick. I am talking to a notebook Being locked in the same room as she-who-must-not-be-named is clearly affecting my mind.)

A/N: Hope you like it!!! Please, please, please review!!!!! :]