Watch out, Carine. You're getting your just desserts. *snickers* Wow. This story's sinking fast in quality.

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Chapter 6

It was 11:30. Carine tip-toed to Gumdrop's bedroom and slowly opened the door. Peering inside, she saw Mortimer and Gumdrop asleep in their beds. She walked to Gumdrop's bed and pulled out a marker, once again inteding to write on him, but this time, she planned to go to the next level.

Just as the tip was about to touch him, Gumdrop, who had been feigning slumber, grabbed Carine's wrist and wrenched the marker from her hand. Then, he pushed her back, got out of bed, and held her at marker-point.

Carine looked at him with shock and anger. "You wouldn't."

"Try me!" shouted Gumdrop.

Carine lunged at him, trying to grab back the marker. Gumdrop just grabbed her and shoved her to the floor. He got on top of her and proceeded to color her face black.

Carine finally managed to free her arm from his grasp, and she used the opportunity to push him off. Acting quickly, she stood up and ran out of the room and back to hers. Gumdrop watched her her leave, and he smiled in satisfaction.

"What just happened?" Mortimer yawned, having woken up from the noise.

"Carine tried to pull the same shit from past night, but it backfired," answered Gumdrop.

"What'd you do?"

"I colored her face black."

"Damn, dude."

"Yeah, well, goodnight."

"Goodnight, Gumdrop."

The boys got back into bed. Even as he rested, Gumdrop couldn't help but feel something odd in the pit of his stomach. No, it wasn't the pain from getting kicked in the gut that morning; it was something else.

After examining herself and letting off some steam, Carine went to the bathroom to wash her face. It took more effort than removing what had been on Gumdrop because on Carine, more of the ink was concentrated in the same place; plus, there was just more ink altogether.

Once she was done, she went back to her bedroom. She paused at the doorway to her brothers' room and kicked the door hard, banging it against the wall.

The next morning, when Carine woke up, she accidentally pressed a button and was thrown out of the bed and at the ceiling.

"What the hell?!" she yelled, landing on the floor. She checked underneath her ruined mattress and found an explosive. She seethed. "Gumdrop." How had he managed to rig her bed without her waking up?

In the boys' bedroom, Gumdrop and Mortimer were sleeping soundly when they heard the explosion. Gumdrop smiled on the outside, but on the inside, he felt conflicted.

Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? Carine's your sister! said his conscience.

Oh, come on! After everything she's done, this is exactly what she deserves! said his anti-conscience.

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

Treat others as they would you.

Gumdrop shrugged it off and began preparing for school.

At breakfast, Gumdrop and Carine sat at the table facing each other. They stared at one another hatefully, waiting for the other to make a move.

Gumdrop reached for the container of sugar and held it over his cereal. Of course as you expected, being that this is so cliché, the lid came off, and all the contents fell into the bowl. Gumdrop glared at Carine, who smirked prouldy; then, he looked back at his ruined breakfast and noticed that the sugar wasn't actually sugar; it was salt. He grabbed some and sprinkled it over his shoulder, which caused the anvil that was hanging above him, which, of course, Carine had set up for him, to swing away from him. It crashed into the cabinet, just missing her. Carine growled.

As bad as the situation was at home, school wasn't better. Gumdrop managed to get back at Carine for getting him detention yesterday, but it was worse.

I'm sorry you have to read this. I'm rushing myself. Anyway, next chapter comes soon. In the meantime, read and review.