It was typical of Megan to say this because, well, she did it on a regular
basis. "Why?" I asked, curious to know her reason this time. "'Cuz I wanna
know," she said in a snappy tone. "Well I don't care." I wasn't going to
fall for her stupid games THIS time.
"Please?" she whined.
I pointed to the door that had white paint spills on it. "See it?" I asked her.
"Uh-huh," she said.
"Here's what I want you to do: go up to the door, open the door, walk out of the door, and finally, LEAVE ME ALONE. Got it?"
She nodded, smirked and walked up to my closet door. "Wrong one, Megan," I said, "It's the other door. The one you used to barge into my room in the first place." She looked at me. "I knew that," and in a flash, she was gone.
I groaned and fell back on my bed. Only I couldn't sleep. "Megan," I growled to myself. Now I wouldn't be able to do anything good today because I would be tired. I got up and went downstairs. No matter how early I would get up, my father was always up before me. It was weird.
"G'morning," I said to him, and went into the kitchen to make some toast. I ate quietly, and saw my mother come into the kitchen too. "Megan bothering you again?" she asked me. "You've won a million dollars," I said dryly. "You shouldn't let her get to you," she said, "You're responsible enough to know when to stop arguing with her, but you never do."
I had to laugh. "Well mother, it is Megan who keeps it up longer than she has to," I said, "And when she gets going, she never shuts up." This time my mother laughed. "Yes, that's true," she admitted.
Then, as if the queen herself had stepped into our house, our father had pulled a seat out of the table for "fashionably late" Megan. "Good morning," she said sweetly, as if nothing had happened. "The queen has arrived," I mumbled, "And what a surprise too, she's late."
"Victoria!" my father snapped at me when I went to go upstairs to change. (And because I "made fun" of Queen Megan,) "You show respect for your sister!" At that moment, I thought that I was going to scream. Why didn't he like me too? I didn't do anything to him that displeased him, and I worked harder than her too.
"One day," I threatened to him, "You WILL respect me. You will!" And with that, I ran up to my room and sat down on my bed. In a few minutes, I got dressed and hurried downstairs to catch the bus. Just as I was coming down, of course, Megan was coming up. "You're going to be late," I said.
She laughed a thin shrill. "So what if I do? Daddy says he'll drive me ANYDAY." She laughed again and went back upstairs. Oh, how I hated her right then.
Once, just once, what I would give to be like Megan for a day. But I knew sooner than I wanted to that it wasn't going to happen.
"Please?" she whined.
I pointed to the door that had white paint spills on it. "See it?" I asked her.
"Uh-huh," she said.
"Here's what I want you to do: go up to the door, open the door, walk out of the door, and finally, LEAVE ME ALONE. Got it?"
She nodded, smirked and walked up to my closet door. "Wrong one, Megan," I said, "It's the other door. The one you used to barge into my room in the first place." She looked at me. "I knew that," and in a flash, she was gone.
I groaned and fell back on my bed. Only I couldn't sleep. "Megan," I growled to myself. Now I wouldn't be able to do anything good today because I would be tired. I got up and went downstairs. No matter how early I would get up, my father was always up before me. It was weird.
"G'morning," I said to him, and went into the kitchen to make some toast. I ate quietly, and saw my mother come into the kitchen too. "Megan bothering you again?" she asked me. "You've won a million dollars," I said dryly. "You shouldn't let her get to you," she said, "You're responsible enough to know when to stop arguing with her, but you never do."
I had to laugh. "Well mother, it is Megan who keeps it up longer than she has to," I said, "And when she gets going, she never shuts up." This time my mother laughed. "Yes, that's true," she admitted.
Then, as if the queen herself had stepped into our house, our father had pulled a seat out of the table for "fashionably late" Megan. "Good morning," she said sweetly, as if nothing had happened. "The queen has arrived," I mumbled, "And what a surprise too, she's late."
"Victoria!" my father snapped at me when I went to go upstairs to change. (And because I "made fun" of Queen Megan,) "You show respect for your sister!" At that moment, I thought that I was going to scream. Why didn't he like me too? I didn't do anything to him that displeased him, and I worked harder than her too.
"One day," I threatened to him, "You WILL respect me. You will!" And with that, I ran up to my room and sat down on my bed. In a few minutes, I got dressed and hurried downstairs to catch the bus. Just as I was coming down, of course, Megan was coming up. "You're going to be late," I said.
She laughed a thin shrill. "So what if I do? Daddy says he'll drive me ANYDAY." She laughed again and went back upstairs. Oh, how I hated her right then.
Once, just once, what I would give to be like Megan for a day. But I knew sooner than I wanted to that it wasn't going to happen.