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It’s a difficult thing, eating cereal with a stopped-up nose while you’re trying to set an example for your younger sister, thought Ella as she watched Sadie shower the baby with handfuls of Cheerios. With a sigh, she said, “Dadie, dop bunkeying around, plead.”
Sadie paused and looked curiously at Ella. Her pixielike hair framed her quizzical face, making her cuter than ever. But Ella couldn’t be sidelined by her sweetness. This behavior was inappropriate, especially now that they were officially Aunt Janine and Uncle Jared’s kids. She sighed again. It had gone on like this all morning. Since Aunt Janine was out shopping, she was in charge. She had to make sure her sisters were behaving. But nothing was working out right. She would say something, Sadie wouldn’t understand, and they’d have to go to Macon for help. And Macon’s definition of helping wasn’t helpful at all.
“I think she said to stop monkeying around.” Macon looked sharply over her book. “Wow, Ella, you’re right. Where’s my little sister?” She narrowed her eyes at Sadie. “All I see is this little monkey.”
Sadie giggled, then began making monkey noises. The baby gurgled with laughter. Macon retreated behind her book again.
And Ella? She rolled her eyes and cleared her place.
She set the bowl on the counter, then moved it to the sink. It didn’t look any better there, she thought. She’d have to wash it.
They’d only moved in with Aunt Janine last week. It still felt odd living there, eating their food, sleeping in their beds, watching their TV.
submitted by Macon W., age 16, Middle Earth :D
(May 7, 2012 - 8:02 pm)
(May 7, 2012 - 8:02 pm)
It wasn’t far to
the library, which was a relief for both the girls, with Ella and her madding
cold plus miserable thoughts and Macon, who preferred to lose herself in a
book, her happy place, then think about what was going on...and where she was
going.
“Can I please
have my book,” Macon pleaded.
Ella looked over
at her, when her face wasn’t behind a book, which was very little of the time,
Ella couldn’t help notice, how pretty she was. With long dark hair and eye
lashes, she was often looked at by guys, unlike Ella. Only Macon, if she had
seen, wouldn’t have cared, unless it was a boy who’d been in the French
Revolution.
But poor Ella
wanted boys been interesting her, she was older and taller than Macon, probably
because her sister spent so much time slouching, but had short red hair with
matching eyelashes and truck loads of freckles.
“Okay, but
pleased don’t read it until we get to the library,” Ella replied with little hope
of Macon actually doing it.
Macon grunted
and opened her book to find her place.
Ella sighed, she
needed affection, people to like and need her. Her sisters didn’t.
Not wanting to
touch that tender spot, Ella forced her mind on to other things; her mind didn’t
like this, so to punish Ella it pulled her thoughts over to what had happened
this morning. After putting on her jacket, Ella had heard another crash and the
baby start howling. Ella had zoomed down stairs, only to find her aunt’s
favourite vase in a million pieces on the floor amongst the cheerios. The baby
was in her high chair screaming, extremely loud for such a little person with
tiny lungs. The scream hurt Ella’s so much, she couldn’t go anywhere near
little Sophie.
Then another
Smash!
The baby had
cried louder and Ella turned to see Sadie on the bench trying to catch some
bird that was franticly hammer the glass with its body.
“DADIE! Get down
now!” Ella shouted, looking around, charging over to her sister.
Macon was nowhere
to be seen.
So much for
owing me one, Ella had thought, as she pulled Sadie off the bench before she
knock over the knives, “Get the Sophie out!”
Sadie’s ears
didn’t mind loud noises as much as other people, once when they gone to see
fireworks, Sadie had gone was close as she could, while the rest of the family
had covered their ears as the special screaming fireworks, wriggled through the
night sky.
“Can’t get the
birdie!” Sadie had sobbed, pulling Sophie out of the high chair like a floppy
teddy bear.
“I’ll get it. Just
dake Dophie away or birdie’s ears will get urt,” I instructed Sadie over
Sophie’s screams.
Once Sophie had
gone and Ella had been able to think straight she seen how the bird got in. Their
Aunt hated flyscreens and loved bird watch. Just outside the windows, not cover
by a safe flyscreen was a bird house and feeder. Sadie obviously open the
window to teach the cheerios box to fly and accidently let a bird in, which
panicked by Sophie’s screams had gotten the hysteretic and forgotten which way
was out. After Sophie’s exit, the bird’s brain, though very small, had started
to work again and it flew away. That was when Aunt Janine had returned.
(May 15, 2012 - 3:44 am)