Crazy, Stubborn Child

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the living room with my mom- her on the phone with my Auntie Penni and me on the computer- when my sister comes home. She has been told a million times to go to the backdoor, but every day she comes to the front anyway.

This day, we didn't want to let her in. When she started knocking on the door we tried to be as quiet as possible. Of course, the dog started running around like a chicken with it's head cut off, barking at the door. After a few minutes of this, Sister started banging on the door, making the dog bark even louder. We still didn't let her in.

 Suddenly, the banging stopped. I slowly got up and peeked around the corner, hoping she had given up and gone to the back. But no. She was still there, just taking a break. Soon she started up again, but this time she was ringing the doorbell. over and over and over again. Me and my mom started laughing, and Sister began screaming at us to let her in. This just made my mom and I laugh harder.

Sister was starting to get very angry. Hearing our laughter, she screamed "I'm not an idiot!! I can hear you in there! Let. me. in!"

To which we replied, "If you aren't stupid, why are you still there? We're not letting you in!". This made her really mad. She started screaming again, and threatened to 'kick down the door.'

Then, my mom yells "Oh, and by the way, You're late, so you're grounded." She was kidding, of course, but Sister thought she was serious and started screaming more. and when I say screaming, I mean she was screaming like it was the end of the world!

I had to leave, so I went out the back door and ran around front. when I was at a safe distance I said, "Y'know, if you'd just go to the back you would be inside by now! We're never letting you in!"

She screamed "I'm not going to the back!" and continued banging on the door.

I had hoped that when I got home she'd still be tying to get in, but my Aunt duped my mom into letting her in. She said she wanted to talk to Sister. When my mom opened the door to give her the phone, Sister  ran inside before she could shut the door again.

She was out there fifteen minutes, at least. I don't understand why the kid didn't just go to the back door.

Killer Bugs

Last night I was sitting on my bed when my Noisy cat started meowing. She's part Siamese, so it's a really loud meow. She's does this every night, so I tried to block it out. Finally I decided to check out what she was meowing at [and trying to eat]. From the half-lit basement hallway, what she was staring at looked like a wood chip or dustbunny. Before picking it up I decided to get a better look at it - Just in case.

I turned on my bedroom light and, to my horror, the "Wood Chip" darted across the floor! I bent down for a better look at it and found out that there was a big, ugly, hairy Centipede in my room!

I started screaming for my dad to come downstairs and kill the bug [I didn't want to leave it, because last time there was a bug and I took my eyes off of it, it disappeared].  My dad wasn't too happy to be woken up at 11 O'Clock at night, but he came down to get the bug.

After he flushed it down the toilet I went to bed, feeling all safe and secure, when I realized - If there was one bug, who's to say there wasn't more?!

I spent the next hour imagining all the horrible things the other centipedes would do to me for killing their centipede brother.

If my mouth was open, I'd swallow them in my sleep. If my mouth was shut, they'd crawl up my nose. I couldn't get out of bed because if I did I might step on one. If I hid under the blanket, they might be under there.

Every little tickle and itch became a centipede, reaping revenge for their fallen comrade

My basement room could be filled with the creepy-crawlers. Behind the bookcase, under the baseboards, behind the dresser, in the closet, under the bed....  

I'm doomed.