Chapter 7-Fight
Sam screamed under the evil glare from her older sister, and she ran for her life. Jazz was hot on her tail. Jazz leaped, and grabbed Sam, but Sam thought quick, and licked Jazz's arm. "Ew, Sam!" Jazz yelled as she released Sam, giving Sam some time to hide.
Jazz ran out into the living room, and looked around. Sam was gone. Jazz thought a minute, then snapped her fingers as she heard a faint metallic click. She knew exactly where Sam was.
Jazz walked into the washer and dryer room, grabbed a big blanket, placed it on the floor in front of the dryer, climbed on top of it, opened the side door to the house, then closed it with her foot, making it seem like she went outside. Just as she thought, Sam emerged from the dryer, right onto the big blanket. Jazz quietly climbed off the dryer and wrapped up the blanket with a kicking and growling Sam inside.
Jazz carried Sam to the living room, and put her on the floor. The blanket fell off her. Sam roared at Jazz, and tried to run again, but Jazz grabbed her arm. "Why didn't you wait at the school? You were supposed to wait THERE," Jazz said, pounding her fist on the floor. Sam struggled under her sister's grasp. "Sam! Do you not understand? Do you WANT to be taken away?" Sam stopped struggling as tears pricked at her eyes, then she blinked them away and kept struggling, trying to pry off her sister's hand. "Answer me!" Jazz said, relentless.
"NO!" Sam yelled.
"No, you don't understand?" Jazz asked, happy that she was answering, but a little confused as to her answer.
"NO!" Was all Sam said again.
"No, what?"
"NO!" Sam cried, then threw herself on the floor, facedown. Jazz let go of her wrist, and leaned in to listen to what Sam was mumbling, but couldn't understand her.
"Ugh, you're such a pain!" Jazz groaned, holding her head.
"So why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?" Sam said brattily, getting up.
"At least a rabbit would behave better than you!" Jazz retorted.
"Go ahead; and then you'll be happy because it'll be smarter than me, too!"
"AND QUIETER!" Jazz yelled at Sam as Sam went up the stairs.
"YOU'LL LIKE IT 'CUZ IT'S STINKY, LIKE YOU!" Sam screamed over her shoulder, then ran to her room and slammed the door.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Jazz screamed.
"I'M ALREADY IN MY ROOM!" Sam opened her door and screamed back, then slammed it again.
Jazz stomped to the couch, grabbed a pillow, and screamed into it. In her room, Sam was doing the same.