I knew something was wrong as soon as I opened the door. well it looked normal- uncle was sitting by the fireplace again whittling a small Triforce he was puffing his pipe. "hello son how'd your day go?" He asked around his pipe "hi yeah good…" I mumbled I realized what was bothering me- Aryll. She wasn't making any noise she didn't even run downstairs to annoy me (Dang it, if she comes she annoys me if she doesn't she annoys me; darned if you do and darned if you don't) I ran upstairs and to Aryll's room "Aryll what are you-" -she wasn't there- panic seized my heart I turned around and ran to my room and there she was.
oh Hylia help me.
There my sister sat on the floor surrounded by the Shambles of a couple of my books and comics my bed sheets were covered in some sort of goop I *absolutely refused* to identify and she had in her hands two things- a bottle of Glue and a Crayon. Very. Very. Very. Dangerous. in the hands of a seven year old. She looked up "uncle let me take some stuff because you were mean this morning" she said I glared at her "I wasn't *mean* I was mad because *you* stole *my* homework!" I yelled "*get out!*" she was studying my yearbook from last year I ran up to her and kicked it under my bed "don't read that!" I yelled grabbing my foot and cursing she didn't even look up "uncle wouldn't be proud of you right now" she said calmly I turned in the direction of my door "uncle!?" I called feeling dumb "did you let Aryll-" quick as lightning Aryll dove under my legs and ran for her room she slammed the door SLAM
Then…
Click*
Oh man.
She locked the door.
I ran down stairs feeling like a stupid loser who needed his uncles help.