Manners
Jazz was curled up on the red couch in the living room, reading Moby Dick for English class. Danny shuffled across the gray carpet in socked feet and lazily touched his sister's neck.
Jazz shrieked as a zap shook through her. "Danny! I'm reading, so leave me alone." She ignored her snickering brother as he floated through the ceiling and into his bedroom.
Danny rummaged underneath his dusty bed and found a pair of week-old underwear. Giggling like a schoolgirl, he phased back to the living room and shoved the stained underwear over his unsuspecting sister's face.
Jazz screamed and leapt off the couch, running around the living room and desperately trying to yank Danny's sweaty, stanky boxers of her head. Danny leaned against the glass coffee table for support, laughing hysterically.
Jazz through her hardcover book as hard as she could, aiming for the sound of Danny's cackling laughter. The book hit Danny square in the eye, sending him crashing into the TV and a potted plant to crash down on his head.
The fuming redhead managed to tug the toxic waste of her head and throw it across the room in disgust. She scooped up her book and glared at the bleeding, dizzy, black eyed Danny, who was covered in dirt and glass.
"Were you raised in a barn or something? GROW UP!" She stormed out of the living room, leaving a dazed Danny to question why he always ended up with a black eye.