I ran the step and stopped where the mini fight took place between my dad and my uncle. I needed the remote so I can stop my dad from turning us into the freaks of the weeks! Two grown men and one, strong quick girl . . . this should be easy. Well, it could have been, but it wasn't. Every move kept changing during the fight, and I got clueless of what to do. One punch in the arm, then a kick in the leg. But, I was able to keep track of the remote. Wait what am I afraid of? I'm the fastest girl in the world (unless there is something I don't know about!) This is what I'm made for. Everyone is counting on me. If I got the remote then everyone would be nice to me, so I minus well try.
I wait for myself to grab it with my super speed. The fight was getting thicker, and I couldn't wait for myself anymore. Lucky grab! I tried to grab the remote (whatever hand this is). But then I realized that I only punched my uncial in the face.
"Ooh! Really, really, sorry!" And unfourchenitly, he didn't have the remote, my dad did. And no matter how much my dad was ticking me off right now, even though we just meant today, (or even before that maybe) I have to be nice and ask politely.
"Okay now we can this the easy way, or the hard way." I held out my hand. "You don't have to give it to me, all I ask is to destroy the remote."
"Why should I?" he said. I wasn't going to answer that.
As his darter I should respect him and answer that, but instead I said, "Either give me the remote, or leave our bionics alone!"
"If you say so." Dang it, he was being smart with me! But he did press a button the remote. So, now I know that we're something than the obvious. My bionics! I tried to supper speed; it didn't work."You know, I can't rely on bionics all the time!" Time to play dirty! I snatched the remote, (which he was waving right in front of me), kicked him in the neck, and ran upstairs to the first floor.