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Little Brothers and Hats

10 Years Earlier

I rolled over looking at my alarm clock. Unfortunately it said 4:30 A.M. I grumbled to myself speaking of little brothers and torture devices. See I'm not what you call a morning person. Getting up at 7 is already hell for me. I knew I won't be able to get back to sleep so I decided to take a nice long relaxing bath while I thought of way to torture my dear little brother. I laughed maniacally to myself. Then pausing for a moment I questioned my sanity.

"No one who is up at 4:30 in the flippin' morning is ever sane"

Dragging myself to my private bathroom I somehow manage to start the water and strip myself. How it is even possible for me to move I have know clue. I stopped the water after filling the bathtub half full. Given my luck if I filled it full I'd actually fall asleep and drown. Slipping into the warm water my thought drifted to the events that would happen today. I had tryouts after school for our Spring Production of Romeo and Juliet. Where, if I recall correctly, there were suppose to be boys there to tryout also.

See, while going to an all-girls school has it advantages, like not caring about what the boys think, it also has a disadvantage. You don't see guys that often and you tend to drool over the hot ones…Wait…Doesn't every girl regardless of the kind of school they go to drool over hot boys? I think I shall ponder this for a while.

Ekk. No I must plot my revenge against the beast, whom they call (they being everybody else --') Shawn.

Suddenly a wicked idea hit me. Though I need to grab some supplies. I would need the following: Whipped Cream, Ice, Peanut Butter, A Feather, and a Bucket of Freezing Cold Water.

I slowly down to the kitchen and grabbed my supplies. Then I quietly went into my brother's room. Ok, so by now you are probably think what is she a 9 year old? Sadly I must inform you I am actually 15, but hey, revenge is good at any age.

I spotted my prey sleeping soundly on his stomach, perfect. I carefully placed the whipped cream on one hand and the peanut butter on the other. I took they feather and slowly dragged it across the back of his neck. Just as I had plan he took the hand full of whipped cream and scratched the back of his neck succeeding in getting whipped cream in his hair. He slightly turns to his side. A wicked grin filled my face. This was almost to perfect. I dragged the feather across his ear. His hand shot out successfully making a peanut buttered ear. I grabbed the ice and slowly dropped pieces down his shirt. He tried to get them out but on help by getting his clothing cover in peanut butter and whipped cream.

I suddenly heard a groan, and I realized he was waking up. I lean over right as his eyes opened.

"Good morning dear brother," I sweetly sung out to him smiling.

His eyes widened in fear realizing that I was standing over him after his prank and worse of all I was smiling.

"Yes, that right, be afraid. I really don't like to get up at 4:30 IN THE MORNING," shouting the last part as my gaze fell down to his whipped cream and peanut butter cover body.

"You know you look like you need a refreshing cold shower," I said sweetly.

My brother looked down, "What the---ARGH! That flippin' freezing!"

I dumped the water out and placed the bucket on his head. "Have a good day, Shawnie Poo"

I skipped out of his room back to mine and looked at the clock.

"HAT!" I screamed. Ok now you are probably wondering to things, first and most importantly, why did she yell hat? Second of course, what did she yell hat for? Well, luckily you because I'm in a talkative mood today and I feel like telling you.

See about a year ago my best friend, Sango and I took a vow to try and stop swearing. So as you see we needed a word to replace those profanities. At the moment we thought hat was a funny word to put in their spots. Such as, "You Hat, I Hatting hate you!" or such classics as, "You're such a hat." See pure gold…. Well, at least to us it is. Now for you second question. See school for me starts a 7:55 so my mother and I leave around 7:15, so I can get there at 7:30 get my stuff ready and talk to my friends.

Well my dear reader can you guess what that clock did say? It said 7:10, leaving me with five minutes to get ready and guess how close I am to that? In my bathrobe, does that help you? So I took a deep breath, muttered the word, "Hat," and began to get ready.

To my amazement by the time my mother shouted, "Kagome!" I was completely ready. Running down the stairs faster than I ever had before I bolted out the door and met my mother who was waiting on the steps for me. We went down the, what seemed to me, thousands of step to the street where our car was parked. By now you are probably wondering why I said thousands of stairs, right? Well that's because I have been blessed and I get to live at a shrine. It is one of the most beautiful things ever. We have this amazing tree that has been alive for more than five-hundred years.

My mother and I opened our car doors and slid into our seats. We buckled up for safety of course. Little did I know this morning would be the very last 'normal' thing to happen to me today.