Sheri was getting ready for her date with Ray and Sheryl was laying
on her bed talking to her.
"Which outfit do you think Ray'll like?" Sheri held up to hangers of clothes.
"I think Ray is a poopiehead, and you should wear what you like," Sheryl answered. She was throwing Sheri's favorite childhood doll in the air like a football, and catching it.
"You drop Cathy and break her record I'll break you," she warned.
"How do you make her talk?"
"Pull her string, Dummy."
Sheryl turned the doll around and pulled the string in her back.
"I love you, Mommy," Chatty Cathy said.
"Stupid doll," Sheryl replied. "She's a poopiehead, too."
"Then put her down," Sheri snatched the doll away and put her up.
"Does Ray know you still play with dolls?"
"I don't still play with dolls," she answered. "You were the one playing with her."
"You do too, When you and Gerry broke up, you held her and cried," Sheryl answered.
"That was different. When you are upset, you hold that ugly, ratty blanket. Same thing."
"My blankie is not ugly and ratty," Sheryl pouted.
"Yes it is. It used to be pretty and pink, now its a pukey gray color and has holes in it." Sheri put her clothes on.
"Like I care what you think. You play with dolls." Sheryl replied. "And Coach is not going to let you wear that shirt."
"He will if he doesn't know I have it on," Sheri answered, pulling another shirt over her halter top.
"I'm gonna tell him." Sheryl hopped off the bed.
"Don't you dare."
"Next time you won't talk about my blankie, will you?" She ran out of the room.
Sheri sighed. Little sister were aggrivating.
She pulled off both shirts and put back on the top one. She would have to do it anyway. She'd get Sheryl back.
When she came downstairs Sheryl had already told.
"Sheri, what do you have on?" Coach asked.
"Just this," she answered. "I changed."
"Okay."
Sheryl made a face.
"Brat." Sheri told her.
"Poopiehead."
"Menace."
"Idiot."
"GIRLS! That is enough."
They stopped glaring at each other and looked at Coach. "Sorry."
"She started it," Sheryl grumbled. "She said blankie was ugly and ratty."
"Well, it is," Coach replied. "But that's not the point. You're sisters, you are supposed to love each other."
"She's being a pest, Daddy."
"Do you want to stay here tonight?"
"No, sir."
"Then not another word."
Sheryl smiled, triumphantly.
"From either of you. If you can't speak civilly towards each other, don't talk at all."
"Sorry, Sheryl."
"Me, too."
"Get ready, Sheryl," Coach said.
"For what?"
"As soon as your sister leaves, we're going over to the Boone's, so we can go over the game films."
"Do I have to go?" Sheryl whined.
"Yes, you have to go."
"But, Coach, Nikki is weird. She doesn't even like basketball."
"That doesn't make her weird, and you are going to behave tonight. Do you understand me?" Coach replied.
"Yeah. I understand." Sheryl pouted again.
"You can take my Barbies," Sheri smiled, knowing Sheryl was going to reject the idea.
"No, thanks. I do not play with dolls." Sheryl stomped up to her room.
Coach looked at the clock. He would be thankful when Ray got there. If Sheri and Sheryl didn't get away from each other, they were going to drive him crazy.
"Which outfit do you think Ray'll like?" Sheri held up to hangers of clothes.
"I think Ray is a poopiehead, and you should wear what you like," Sheryl answered. She was throwing Sheri's favorite childhood doll in the air like a football, and catching it.
"You drop Cathy and break her record I'll break you," she warned.
"How do you make her talk?"
"Pull her string, Dummy."
Sheryl turned the doll around and pulled the string in her back.
"I love you, Mommy," Chatty Cathy said.
"Stupid doll," Sheryl replied. "She's a poopiehead, too."
"Then put her down," Sheri snatched the doll away and put her up.
"Does Ray know you still play with dolls?"
"I don't still play with dolls," she answered. "You were the one playing with her."
"You do too, When you and Gerry broke up, you held her and cried," Sheryl answered.
"That was different. When you are upset, you hold that ugly, ratty blanket. Same thing."
"My blankie is not ugly and ratty," Sheryl pouted.
"Yes it is. It used to be pretty and pink, now its a pukey gray color and has holes in it." Sheri put her clothes on.
"Like I care what you think. You play with dolls." Sheryl replied. "And Coach is not going to let you wear that shirt."
"He will if he doesn't know I have it on," Sheri answered, pulling another shirt over her halter top.
"I'm gonna tell him." Sheryl hopped off the bed.
"Don't you dare."
"Next time you won't talk about my blankie, will you?" She ran out of the room.
Sheri sighed. Little sister were aggrivating.
She pulled off both shirts and put back on the top one. She would have to do it anyway. She'd get Sheryl back.
When she came downstairs Sheryl had already told.
"Sheri, what do you have on?" Coach asked.
"Just this," she answered. "I changed."
"Okay."
Sheryl made a face.
"Brat." Sheri told her.
"Poopiehead."
"Menace."
"Idiot."
"GIRLS! That is enough."
They stopped glaring at each other and looked at Coach. "Sorry."
"She started it," Sheryl grumbled. "She said blankie was ugly and ratty."
"Well, it is," Coach replied. "But that's not the point. You're sisters, you are supposed to love each other."
"She's being a pest, Daddy."
"Do you want to stay here tonight?"
"No, sir."
"Then not another word."
Sheryl smiled, triumphantly.
"From either of you. If you can't speak civilly towards each other, don't talk at all."
"Sorry, Sheryl."
"Me, too."
"Get ready, Sheryl," Coach said.
"For what?"
"As soon as your sister leaves, we're going over to the Boone's, so we can go over the game films."
"Do I have to go?" Sheryl whined.
"Yes, you have to go."
"But, Coach, Nikki is weird. She doesn't even like basketball."
"That doesn't make her weird, and you are going to behave tonight. Do you understand me?" Coach replied.
"Yeah. I understand." Sheryl pouted again.
"You can take my Barbies," Sheri smiled, knowing Sheryl was going to reject the idea.
"No, thanks. I do not play with dolls." Sheryl stomped up to her room.
Coach looked at the clock. He would be thankful when Ray got there. If Sheri and Sheryl didn't get away from each other, they were going to drive him crazy.