I'm back! Sorry I didn't post yesterday; I had something to take care of, and this slipped through the cracks.
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Her mother's scream stopped her, and Michelle looked up to see Tommy in his old Halloween costume.
"Goochy goochy goo!" The monster (just because it was Tommy didn't mean Michelle would call it anything but) giggled and tickled Michelle with its claws.
He rolled on the floor, giggling. "You're so easy to scare!" he shouted. "You should have seen your face when I jumped out of the clock!"
"It's not funny!" Michelle cried. "I bet you wouldn't be laughing if I had actually knocked your teeth out."
"Michelle!" Mrs. Webster scolded.
"What's going on in here?" Dad joined their mother in the doorway, glaring down at his children.
He pointed at the clock. "What's that door doing open? Michelle, I told you to stay away from the clock!"
"ME?" Michelle growled. "It was Tommy!"
"it was not. You're just mad because I scared you," Tommy lied.
"I thought so," Dad said.
"Dad, that's not true! Tommy's the one who—"
"Enough of that, Michelle. I'm sick of hearing you blame Tommy every time you do something wrong. Maybe your mother is right. Maybe I have been encouraging your imagination a little too much."
"That's not fair!" Michelle yelled. "I don't have any imagination! I never make anything up! The last time I made something up was when I said I was happy Tommy was born."
Michelle!" Mrs. Webster yelled.
"I'm going upstairs until someone in this house has their head screwed on straight," Michelle grumbled before heading for the stairs.
Michelle stormed off to her room and slammed the door.
Tommy was the biggest pain in the world, and he never got blamed for anything.
He even ruined Michelle's fifteenth birthday.
Michelle turned fifteen three days ago. She'd invited her best friends and her boyfriend and some of his friends. It wasn't a party, necessarily. More like a get together. Michelle called it The-Day-Where-She-Gets-Money-And-Attention-And-Tommy-Doesn't. You'd call it that, too, if your brother got every ounce of your parents' attention, and if he asked for something, he got it. February fifth was the one day a year Michelle didn't come second in her parents' books. The one day…
And Tommy the Terror ruined it.
First, he ruined her present.
Michelle's parents had kept her present top secret all day. They hid it in the garage, and her dad guarded the door, so she didn't even have a chance of entering the garage.
Finally, the time came.
Michelle's mother pushed her into the garage, and Michelle squealed (she's not ashamed to admit it) when she saw a wooden guitar leaning against the wall.
"Thank you!" she screamed, hugging her parents.
"I want one!" Tommy whined before picking up the guitar.
"Tommy, get your hands-" Michelle was a second too late.
Tommy strummed one of the cords too hard, and it snapped, hitting his arm with a thwack, and he dropped the guitar, crying.
Michelle would've been considerate if Tommy was hurt, but he wasn't. The spot on his arm was barely red. Tommy wasn't even in pain. Michelle had seen Tommy's fake tears enough times to know when he was faking.
But of course, Michelle's parents fell for the fake water works.
"Tommy, are you okay?" Mrs. Webster asked.
Tommy sniffled and nodded.
"Tommy, you ruined it!" Michelle yelled.
"It's only one string, Michelle. We can fix it," Mr. Webster said.
The parents left the garage to put a bandaid on Tommy's nonexistent boo-boo. When their parents weren't looking, Tommy glanced over his shoulder and gave his sister a smug smirk, confirming Michelle's suspicions.
Michelle's best friends- Ciara, Maggie, and Alea- arrived shortly after that, and Mark and his buddies, Johnny and Kyle, weren't too far behind.
Michelle showed her guitar to her friends, who all frowned.
"What happened to the string?" Ciara asked.
"My brother," Michelle had replied.
Maggie laughed. "Tommy? But he's so sweet."
Michelle sighed. Even her friends didn't believe her.
Later on, Michelle was opening her presents, and Tommy was sitting on the floor. Michelle had begged her mother to keep him out of the house for one day, but her mother had said that Tommy had a right to have fun, too, even though it was Michelle's birthday and not Tommy's.
Michelle ripped open a CD from Mark, and she smiled as she saw her favorite band's new track.
"Aww, her boyfriend gave her love songs," Tommy squealed.
Michelle and Mark froze. They had yet to make their relationship known to their friends yet (they'd only got together the previous week), and they'd been putting it off because they knew Alea had a crush on Mark. Michelle had wanted to tell Alea and let her down easy, but Tommy had just ripped that bandaid off. By the way, ripping a bandaid off fast does not make it any less painful.
Alea opened her mouth, but Mrs. Webster interrupted.
"Michelle, could you come get the cake please?"
Thankful for the escape, Michelle exited the room and grabbed the cake off of the counter while her mother cleaned up the Olive Garden Take Out they'd had for lunch.
Michelle headed for the living room.
She didn't see Tommy stick his foot out into the doorway.
Her ankle connected with his, and she fell in what felt like slow motion before colliding with the ground. Her face hit the cake, covering it in orange icing and a mixture of chocolate and vanilla cake.
One disaster after another. The guitar, Alea, Mark, and now this. There were no candles to blow out, but Michelle made a wish anyway. She wanted to go back in time and do her birthday over again.
A snicker brought Michelle out of her thoughts.
Michelle slowly raised her head.
Her friends were all laughing at her. Mark's friends joined before Mark elbowed them into silence, although they continued to snicker. Mark was the only one not laughing, and he ran forward to help, resulting in a glare from Alea.
Michelle scowled at her giggling brother.
Worst birthday ever, and of course, it was caused by Tommy the Terror…
Same basics as the book. Present, CD, cake, but details were changed.
Thanks for reading.