Chapter 2
"Daisy!!! Give it back," I chased Daisy through the hallway. We were about to go in like, five minutes and she'd taken my brush. She knows I never go out without my hair brushed.
Daisy threw into threw the brush into the ajar bathroom door. And it landed right by the toilet. I scowled at her as I slammed the door open.
"If that had gone into the...toilet, I seriously killed you."
"Sure, Peach..." said Daisy, "and actually mess up 'your nails.' "
I scoffed.
"Girls!" Mom called, "your bus is here!"
Daisy pushed me out of the way and ran to the front door. I dragged my bags up behind her slowly.
Mom's eyes began to water.
"I'm really gonna miss you two," she said, enveloping my sister in her arms.
"Mom, it's only a week long," Daisy explained, "I'll be fine. Peach, I don't know...she might swoon over a bunch of guys."
"You can't even spell 'swoon!' " I shot back.
"GIRLS! Remember the reason you're going to this camp," Mom reminded us, "no fighting!"
The horn of the bus blared.
Mom gave me a quick kiss. "Bye," she whispered.
"Bye, Mom," I whispered back.
I felt badly that I couldn't say bye to my dad. I hadn't seen him in almost three weeks. Well, being the king of Nintendopolis is a lot of work...I guess...
The bus was totally silent as my sister and I walked on.
I looked at the sloppy-looking, heavyset bus driver. Her pocket identified her as Bertha. Oh my gosh, she like had a moustache!
"Hello ladies," she said in an uncannily manly voice, "you are to sit BY your sibling FOR the remainder OF this trip. AM I CLEAR?" said the seeming drill sergeant, emphasizing the weirdest words.
Daisy eyed her best friend, sitting cross-armed and not speaking to Mario. And I wasn't just those two. None of the siblings were even looking at each other. And I thought I despised my sister.
"We can't sit with friends?" Daisy inquired of Sergeant Bertha.
"BY your SIBLING!"
Daisy backed away.
We plopped into our empty seat, lone and plain near the back of the bus.
What was this? A limo? A few notes of old funky music escaped the closing soundproof window behind Bertha's head.
"Uh!" I scoffed.
I heard something to my left and looked to see the Mario brothers sitting in front of... the Wario brothers-Wario and his little brother Waluigi who was Daisy and Luigi's age of ten. I'd known about those two troublemakers and they had never left poor Mario and Luigi alone.
Wario took a palm sized, mushy melon and crushed it with the palm of his hand-right over Mario and Luigi!
Waluigi laughed wickedly. What brats those two were. By age sixteen, I'm surprised Wario wasn't over his Mario torture craze.
"HEY!!!" Mario shouted.
"What's your problem?" Luigi demanded.
"Hey, the Mario brothers gotta 'stick together.' Right?"
The silent bus was stony at the pathetic pun. Was that a cricket I heard? [Wario: animé sweat drop]
"Hey!" Daisy shouted, standing up.
Please don't embarrass me. Please don't embarrass me. Please don't embarrass me... Thoughts whizzed through my head.
"Leave them alone! NOW!!!" Daisy commanded.
A murmur of shock traveled through the sibs.
"What?" Wario asked.
"You heard me, Wart Face. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
Everyone's eyes peeled open.
Sticky Luigi stood up.
"Daisy, you don't have to..."
Wario slowly stood up from his seat and clenched his fist.
He walked into the aisle expecting my sister to back down, but she stomped into the aisle.
My face reddened with embarrassment. "Daisy, stop it!"
"I'm not gonna let myself get dissed by some stupid ten-year-old!" Wario shouted.
"Pound her Wario!" Waluigi cheered.
Daisy frowned.
"I'd like to see you try," she growled.
Wario slammed the ground as he eased toward my sister. Then, Daisy leaped out and grabbed the bully by the ankles. She tripped him and he fell to the floor with a thud.
She began pounding on him. I was mortified yet at the same time entertained. My ten-year-old sister was beating the snot out of a guy six years older than she.
I jumped out of my seat to pull Daisy off of Wario.
"Stop it!" I shouted.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" the other siblings on the bus began to chant.
"Help!" called Wario. Daisy had him in a chokehold and was doing her best to slam his head through the floor of the bus. The tussle seemed neverending as we could feel the bus come to a halt.
"HEY!!! WHAT'S GOING ON BACK HERE!!!"
Uh-oh. It was Sergeant Bertha, and boy was she mad.
In incredible unison, every sibling except for my sister and Wario, frozen on the floor and me, standing in the aisle, cleared a pathway where the wrestlers lay.
"You, you," she pointed to them and then to me, "AND you are to report TO me PRONTO as soon as we get to the camp. Oh, we ARE here."
I was shocked.
"But I...but I..."
"No buts, Missy," Bertha yelled, "now MOVE!"
Wario and Daisy slowly stood up. I trailed behind my sister as we marched out of the bus and into the camp.
This wasn't good.
"Daisy!!! Give it back," I chased Daisy through the hallway. We were about to go in like, five minutes and she'd taken my brush. She knows I never go out without my hair brushed.
Daisy threw into threw the brush into the ajar bathroom door. And it landed right by the toilet. I scowled at her as I slammed the door open.
"If that had gone into the...toilet, I seriously killed you."
"Sure, Peach..." said Daisy, "and actually mess up 'your nails.' "
I scoffed.
"Girls!" Mom called, "your bus is here!"
Daisy pushed me out of the way and ran to the front door. I dragged my bags up behind her slowly.
Mom's eyes began to water.
"I'm really gonna miss you two," she said, enveloping my sister in her arms.
"Mom, it's only a week long," Daisy explained, "I'll be fine. Peach, I don't know...she might swoon over a bunch of guys."
"You can't even spell 'swoon!' " I shot back.
"GIRLS! Remember the reason you're going to this camp," Mom reminded us, "no fighting!"
The horn of the bus blared.
Mom gave me a quick kiss. "Bye," she whispered.
"Bye, Mom," I whispered back.
I felt badly that I couldn't say bye to my dad. I hadn't seen him in almost three weeks. Well, being the king of Nintendopolis is a lot of work...I guess...
The bus was totally silent as my sister and I walked on.
I looked at the sloppy-looking, heavyset bus driver. Her pocket identified her as Bertha. Oh my gosh, she like had a moustache!
"Hello ladies," she said in an uncannily manly voice, "you are to sit BY your sibling FOR the remainder OF this trip. AM I CLEAR?" said the seeming drill sergeant, emphasizing the weirdest words.
Daisy eyed her best friend, sitting cross-armed and not speaking to Mario. And I wasn't just those two. None of the siblings were even looking at each other. And I thought I despised my sister.
"We can't sit with friends?" Daisy inquired of Sergeant Bertha.
"BY your SIBLING!"
Daisy backed away.
We plopped into our empty seat, lone and plain near the back of the bus.
What was this? A limo? A few notes of old funky music escaped the closing soundproof window behind Bertha's head.
"Uh!" I scoffed.
I heard something to my left and looked to see the Mario brothers sitting in front of... the Wario brothers-Wario and his little brother Waluigi who was Daisy and Luigi's age of ten. I'd known about those two troublemakers and they had never left poor Mario and Luigi alone.
Wario took a palm sized, mushy melon and crushed it with the palm of his hand-right over Mario and Luigi!
Waluigi laughed wickedly. What brats those two were. By age sixteen, I'm surprised Wario wasn't over his Mario torture craze.
"HEY!!!" Mario shouted.
"What's your problem?" Luigi demanded.
"Hey, the Mario brothers gotta 'stick together.' Right?"
The silent bus was stony at the pathetic pun. Was that a cricket I heard? [Wario: animé sweat drop]
"Hey!" Daisy shouted, standing up.
Please don't embarrass me. Please don't embarrass me. Please don't embarrass me... Thoughts whizzed through my head.
"Leave them alone! NOW!!!" Daisy commanded.
A murmur of shock traveled through the sibs.
"What?" Wario asked.
"You heard me, Wart Face. LEAVE THEM ALONE!"
Everyone's eyes peeled open.
Sticky Luigi stood up.
"Daisy, you don't have to..."
Wario slowly stood up from his seat and clenched his fist.
He walked into the aisle expecting my sister to back down, but she stomped into the aisle.
My face reddened with embarrassment. "Daisy, stop it!"
"I'm not gonna let myself get dissed by some stupid ten-year-old!" Wario shouted.
"Pound her Wario!" Waluigi cheered.
Daisy frowned.
"I'd like to see you try," she growled.
Wario slammed the ground as he eased toward my sister. Then, Daisy leaped out and grabbed the bully by the ankles. She tripped him and he fell to the floor with a thud.
She began pounding on him. I was mortified yet at the same time entertained. My ten-year-old sister was beating the snot out of a guy six years older than she.
I jumped out of my seat to pull Daisy off of Wario.
"Stop it!" I shouted.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" the other siblings on the bus began to chant.
"Help!" called Wario. Daisy had him in a chokehold and was doing her best to slam his head through the floor of the bus. The tussle seemed neverending as we could feel the bus come to a halt.
"HEY!!! WHAT'S GOING ON BACK HERE!!!"
Uh-oh. It was Sergeant Bertha, and boy was she mad.
In incredible unison, every sibling except for my sister and Wario, frozen on the floor and me, standing in the aisle, cleared a pathway where the wrestlers lay.
"You, you," she pointed to them and then to me, "AND you are to report TO me PRONTO as soon as we get to the camp. Oh, we ARE here."
I was shocked.
"But I...but I..."
"No buts, Missy," Bertha yelled, "now MOVE!"
Wario and Daisy slowly stood up. I trailed behind my sister as we marched out of the bus and into the camp.
This wasn't good.