A Brother's Point of View part 3

Today, instead of being stuck in the house all day with Jason, we decided to go to the park.

I picked up a spider and dangled it above Shanti's head. "Shanti-it's a friend!" I did my evil laugh and dropped the daddy long leg into her hair.

Shanti started screaming. "Ewww! Get it off! Jason-where is it?"

I watched in utter disgust as Jason fished around in Shanti's hair for the offending bug. "Here it is." he said, holding it up.

Shanti brushed through her hair and itched her arms a couple times before she turned on me. "What is your deal? Why are you being so obnoxious?"

My parents came over from the bench they had been sitting on. Dad stood between Shanti and I, the way he used to right before we were about to get into dirty fight. "What's the problem?"

I was about to make a quick excuse before Shanti could tell on me when Jason cut in. "It was just a joke. jordan put a spider in Shanti's hair. But it's out now."

Shanti and my parents were all looking at me the way they always did when I did something I shouldn't do in front of Jason. But I was sure nobody could have been more embarrassed than me at that point; I hadn't done things like putting bugs on, around, or even in (long story) since Shanti could scream and I could be devious.

My dad knew that I was really embarassed so he just nodded at Jason. "You have my permission to tackle Jordan." He smiled and went back to the bench.

I looked at my shoes. All of a sudden I was on the ground. Jason was laughing on top of me. I pushed him off me, gasping for breath. "It was a joke!" I paused to force more air into my lungs. "You-you weren't really supposed to tackle me!" I stormed off in the direction of the house with Shanti's shouts ringing in my ears; "Come on, Jordan! Can't you take a joke?"

Normally I could. I knew I was being stupid about this whole thing. But as I stomped up the stairs to my room, something in the back of my head said; can I ever show my face to them again?


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A Brother's Point of View part 2

I waited in the bushes. There was the car. It pulled into the driveway. Sure, make yourself at home, Jason. I thought.

The car door opened, and Jason stepped out. He looked nervously at the house and started up the walk. My grip tightened on the trigger. Jason came within aim. BOOM!

"Ouch!" Jason stumbled back, gripping his arm. I snickered. Oh, look, Jason's got an owwy.

Jason looked at the paint stain on his shirt. I used the chance to escape back into the house.

()

"What's with the shirt?" Shanti could be such a flirt sometimes.

"Oh, that." Jason glanced at his gray t-shirt to the splattering of black paint on the shoulder.
"It's kind of weird."

I looked up from my mashed potatoes. "Yeah it's weird. Why did you even buy it? And Shanti's always saying that fashion's everything-you two obviously aren't cut out for each other."

Shanti glared at me, mouthing the words "shut up". That was another thing that had changed between us; she was so mean to me now.

Jason laughed nervously. "No, I mean how I got the stain. I was walking up the driveway, and...what I think was a paintball hit me."

"Oh, the neighborhood kids can bee so bratty sometimes." Mom's mouth twitched. She was obviously thinking the same thing Shanti was.

Shanti pinpointed me with her "this better not be true" glare. "Jordan, where did that paintball gun I got you for Christmas go?"

I knew my face was probably going white. "I dunno."

Shanti cocked her eyebrow at me. "Uh-hu."

"You fail to mention that you bought me that thing when I was twelve. I haven't seen it in forever. I haven't used it in forever too. It's probably at the bottom of my closet right now-or maybe it isn't! I don't even know! I-" It sounded fake even to me.

But Shanti held up her hand. "I'm sorry, 'k?

"You better be."

Jason laughed even more nervously. "Brake it up, you two. Brake it up."

I glared at Jason. "You don't have to repeat yourself, what do you think we are-deaf?"


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A Very Special Day!!!!!

Hello, everyone!
I know you were all expecting an amazing continuation of my amazing story I wrote a while back.

But I found out that microsoftword and blogger don't work well together...So I'm taking a little time off from that (I'll go into that later). And besides, I have something much better to show you today!

It's one of those amazing "International...so and so, such and such..." days.

So, from now on, I want you all to celebrate the "International Kylie is Awesome Day!" So as soon as you read this post, (Since you're already on blogger and your computer) write a post talking about how awesome Kylie is...even if you don't know her! Take my word for it...SHE'S AWESOME!

So get to work! I want to see posts every year declaring how awesome Kylie is!!!!!!!

Short story!

Hey, everyone! I wrote this a while back and thought you might enjoy it!

A Brother's Point of View

I don't understand it. My family was completely fine the way it was. It didn't need a new addition. I'm not talking about a baby. That takes way less of an adjustment. It all started a year ago. Well, if you want to get technical, three years ago.

When my sister was fifteen years old, she fell in love with this other gawky fifteen year old. Although I was only twelve, and didn't know about the existence of crushes, I was still glad to see the Williamsons move away for a little three years on a military tour. Then everything went back to normal...until last year.

The family came back. The gawky teenager had turned into an attractive eighteen year old and seemed to have every intention that he could just barge back into our family. And my sister let him. I didn't have to be told anymore. I was fourteen and could tell when things were beginning to get serious.

While my parents and sister were seemingly falling all over this guy, I grew to despise his every move. I hated that while I gave Shanti a wal mart gift certificate, Jason got her chocolate, among, like, six other things.

Shanti started treating me differently when she was around her beloved Jason. She didn't tease me anymore. When I tried to talk to her about it, she got grumpy with me. I didn't like the way Shanti glared at me the rest of the day so I decided to take it up with Prince Charming.But I lost my nerve every time I approached him.

So I settled for dropping hints.

I suggested that I had known Shanti since I was born. That I had come to love her first and knew all her deepest darkest secrets that she wouldn't dare tell Jason. And it should be that way. After all, I did live with her.

Jason took the hints. He started coming to my house every day, as if to say; "who says I don't live here?"

He found out my interests by way of bribing my parents. He tried to get to know me by saying things. like; "So I hear you like to play basketball, want to play a coupe of rounds?" To which I would bluntly refuse.

But all my hard work failed me. One night, a year later, Jason came over to help on a project he and my dad had been working on in the backyard. When they came in, my dad's eyes were shining. the next morning my sister danced around the house. I put two and two together and asked my mom if the question had been asked. She giggled and told me yes.

Shanti and Jason would enter into courtship.

I made up my mind then and there that I would kill Jason.


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The Day That I Pushed My Brother Into the Toilet.

Let me, before I tell you the very interesting story, introduce to you the culprit.
As the title indicates, the culprit is my brother, Sam. Here are some pictures of him to give you an idea of what he's like.

Ok. If the idea you got was that he was an angel, and liked wearing hats. You were right in one area. He loves hats and is a ham for pictures. In the last picture of him, he was an angel. But he was asleep. Alright. I admit that Sam is really great most of the time...but when he isn't...well, that's when I push him into toilets.

So today is mostly stay at home day. The boys are in a slightly bad mood as they usually are when my Dad's gone for a little while. And then I hear it.

My sister and I are eating our lunch. Catey looks at me and says: "it's your turn to check on Sam next."

Reminders like this are pretty easily satisfied. You just yell out, asking if the boys are staying out of trouble and they usually yell back something to the effect of: "We're not making a mess!"

And Since Catey just said next and not now, I kept on finishing my lunch. That's when I heard it. The sound isn't something you can put into words. I don't mean it's indescribable. I mean that it's not really any real words. just a string of gibberish from a two-and-a-half-year-old. But when you hear that sound-you know what it means. That wordless call can be roughly translated to: "I NEED A WIPING!"

Great.

So I get up like any dutiful sister who wants the screaming to stop, and walk toward the bathroom.

The screaming stops when I walk through the door. Sam is sitting on the toilet, waving a wad of toilet paper at me. I take it, starting the usual polite bathroom conversation. "You didn't try to wipe yourself, did you?"

Sam says no, so I believe him and wipe him. Then, (terrifying 'bad news' music) I flush the toilet.

Sam yells at me. "I want to flush it!!!!!!!!"

It's too late. That's what I told him. But it was really too late to stop the terrible doom.

Sam (Who doesn't like listening to anything once it involves him not getting his way) gives me his evil eye, reaches behind him, and flushes the toilet again-before it's done flushing from the first time...and he's holding the handle down.

Before I tell you what I did next, let me just explain something to you. My dad is the main fix-it person in our house. But he teaches all of us a lot of stuff. But somehow, I'm the only person who actually remembers any of it. So I really don't like it when Sam is messing up the toilet...especially when Dad isn't back till tomorrow.

I was washing my hands at the moment I saw Sam do it. Angry, pulling my hands out of the water, I yell at Sam to stop it.

He doesn't, of course. He just gives me a look very similar to the look he's giving the camera in the first picture.

Not thinking about the fact that my hands are still wet and that Sam's backside isn't really as large as it should be for the toilet, I shove his hand off the flusher handle thingy.

Sam lost his balance, like majorly. He slipped so that the only thing keeping him from falling into the toilet water below, was his arms and legs, both looped around the seat.

I pulled him up instantly, feeling kind of bad. but I'm not going to let him off so easily. Shoving him into the toilet wasn't enough punishment. So I talk to him. "Do you know why I..." oh boy. "why I pushed you into the toilet?"

Sam's reply clearly indicated his shock. "You pushed me into the toilet. That hurt."

"Yes, but do you know why?"

"You pushed me into the toilet."

I asked the question about ten million times more, telling Sam the answer each time. the response was always the same.

"You pushed me into the toilet. That hurt."

Finally I got the point across to Sam that he shouldn't hold the handle down because it could break the toilet.

I don't know if he really gets it. He's done so many thing to that toilet. Once he put about half a roll of toilet paper in the bowl while Mom and Dad were gone.

But that's another story.

Jocelyn

This post is dedicated to...

me not writing a post.
That's right. I don't have time to update on anything except to say that I am not updating.
Hopefully I'll have time to post something that's actually a real post soon.
Have a happy day!
Jocelyn

Fun, Fashionable Alyssa...Nerdy, Noble Catey

There once was a Queen

(The queen of the malls)

She wore fashion clothes like you've never seen

but didn't care much for the balls.

My sister Catey gives me advice

I promoted her to the position.

Even though she is challenged in size

She never demands a commission.

I say this to them so they're not left behind

I'm showing my appreciation

For only they seem to know my mind

or the "leave a comment" location.