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Jodie drew a neat flower with a purple Sharpie on the kitchen wall, and DJ drew squiggles and stars all over the fridge with multiple colors, watching as the colorful art covered the cream color of the refrigerator.
Jodie and DJ were notorious troublemakers when they were together. Apart, they could be a tad bit mischievous, but when they were together, they were the Tornado Tanners, causing destruction and mischief wherever they went and moving too fast to get caught, at least for a little while.
Jodie and DJ were home alone (whose brilliant idea was that, anyway? Note the sarcasm), and already, they were causing trouble by drawing all over the kitchen with permanent markers.
Jodie began sketching designs on the floor while DJ scribbled all over the wooden table. They giggled at the trouble they were causing, and the consequences didn't seem to matter to them. There was a certain thrill they got when they were causing trouble, and being grounded didn't stop them from staying up all night, sneaking out of the window at four in the morning, or tip toeing into the kitchen while everyone was asleep and raiding the pantry and fridge (their dad thought he was going crazy when the food would go missing the day after grocery shopping. He even accused Jesse and Joey, who denied having anything to do with the missing food. He only found out it was Jodie and DJ when he staked out on the basement staircase all night). Why should it matter if they were grounded if they still found ways to cause trouble?
"I've got the cabinets!" DJ offered, whispering, even though they were the only ones home.
"I've got the desk," Jodie stated, beginning to drag a blue Sharpie across the wooden surface of the desk.
The adrenaline of causing mischief and breaking the rules was pumping through their veins as they made a huge mess throughout the entire kitchen. They didn't regret their actions or fret over getting punished. All that mattered was the here and now. They'd figure out how to get around the punishment later.
"Girls, we're home!"
Jodie and DJ stood there calmly as the kitchen door opened, and their father stepped inside. His jaw hit the now colorful kitchen tiles.
"Girls, what on earth is this?" he demanded.
"We made the kitchen pretty!" Jodie answered.
"With permanent markers and without permission?" Danny snarled. "You're both grounded."
DJ and Jodie nodded as their father escorted them upstairs, not looking very bothered. They always found ways to have fun while grounded, although it usually required breaking even more rules, so why should they be bothered?
Jodie's hand landed on the doorknob of the room she shared with DJ, but Danny stopped her.
"Not your room," Danny said. "You're both on Lockdown."
The girls gasped. Lockdown was the harshest punishment in the Tanner family household; almost everything was removed from the girls' room except for the furniture and their blankets- books, toys, even clothes (their father would pick out an outfit for them and give it to them for school each day) were taken out of their room until it looked barren and nearly empty. All that would remain was the table, the chairs, the beds, the bedding, and a few empty shelves. Jodie and DJ hadn't been on Lockdown since the year before their mother passed away (Pam was always stricter than Danny, so she wasn't afraid to put the girls on Lockdown when they misbehaved).
"This is going to be your most severe Lockdown yet," Danny said. "You two have been acting out way too much the past few weeks. Sneaking out, breaking rules, vandalizing the kitchen, making messes, not turning in your homework, refusing to do your schoolwork, talking back. I'm done with it. Until you two can learn to behave, Jodie will be staying in my room, and DJ will be in your room. You will only see each other at dinner and when you're cleaning the kitchen, every square inch of it, and other than pass the peas or pass the cleaning supplies, you two won't allowed to talk. If you break any of these rules, you're looking at a whole other day of Lockdown. That doesn't sound like much, but if you break seven rules, that's a whole week. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Dad," DJ muttered while Jodie murmured, "Yes, Daddy."
"Good. Now, DJ, I want everything out of the room except for the furniture and the blankets on your bed. Put everything in these boxes," Danny instructed, handing her some boxes he pulled out of a nearby storage closet. "Jodie, help her. Then grab your blankets and meet me in my room. I'll set up a cot for you on the floor."
The girls walked away, muttered under their breath.
Danny rubbed his fingers over his forehead, sighing in his exasperation. What was he going to do with that exasperating, troublemaking duo?
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