|Sibling Squarrels (standard:other, 4158 words)|
|Author: Hope||Added: Jan 20 2010||Views/Reads: 1562/910||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Regan and Reilly are fighting head on whilst dad struggles with his promotion and mum's finding it hard to cope with the baby. Arden and Aimee try to keep the peace.|
Ominously I sneaked up on my sister Regan, closing the small gap between us with my professional, silent and ninja-like movements. Getting ready to pounce onto her unsuspecting back, I noticed my tabby cat Grantham slink between the legs of the dining room table. Please, I thought desperately, don't come over here. Then I leaped into the air, but Grantham, always in the wrong place at the wrong time, decided to stand right where my feet were, therefore tripping me up halfway through me leap and sending me headfirst into my oblivious sister. Both of us went sprawling onto the kitchen table, Regan's face slapping straight down into the book she was reading. My legs had been caught painfully somewhere between the chair and the table, jamming my knees into my sisters back. Yelling in pain as I tried to move them, she lifted her head off the kitchen table and I saw that she had a dreadful blood nose. Wiggling my legs just a bit more I managed to dislodge them from behind my sister, causing her another grunt of pain as I accidentally kicked her in the head with my left foot. Once I was free I jumped down from the table and hurried into the kitchen, frantically searching for something that would soak up my sister's blood. This is why I hate being left alone at home without our parents, I thought, I always end up hurting someone or something, and then I can never find what I need to fix what I did. I glanced worryingly back into the dining room. Surely Regan didn't have that much blood in her body? I don't know anyone that bleeds that much! It was all over her face, and a bit had dripped onto her Owl City T-shirt. Now I had panic running through my system, as well as annoyance at Grantham and guilt at hurting Regan. I finally spotted the paper kitchen roll and sprinted back to the dining room. Regan was sitting there, head tilted back and fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. “Here Regan I got you some kitchen roll. You're not supposed to tilt backwards, you're supposed to lean forwards so that the blood doesn't clog up your airways.” I was very proud of my knowledge of nosebleeds; the nurse at school had told me all about them when I got a nosebleed during baseball practice. “I know that you dingbat, I was just doing this so no blood would get on the table cloth for tonight's dinner party. God Reilly, sometimes I think you forget who's older and wiser than you in this family. Oh yeah that's right, me! Aimee and Arden aren't that far behind you either, and they're five!” She can be really annoying sometimes. Actually she cane really annoying all the time. She could be annoying for Perth, she could be annoying for Australia, she could be annoying for the world, she could be.... anyway, I hope you get what I mean. “Oh right the table cloth, hope I didn't rip it.” I said, searching for any rips from when I fell on it. Mum gets really worked up about these big dinners. This one tonight is for dad's boss, and his wife. They're going to talk about dad getting a promotion. I scowled, a promotion in dad's work meant leaving Perth and going somewhere big, like Melbourne or Sydney. I didn't want to leave Perth, I liked it here, and I liked my school and my friends and my tae-kwon-do classes on a Monday evening. I wouldn't be able to go to my friend's houses at the weekend if we moved, I couldn't travel three hours every Friday by plane just to go to Mason's or Ryder's or Scott's. I'd be bored. “You're dead Reilly.” I looked up to see Regan staring at me, the only remains of her nosebleed being the bloody scrunched up tissue in her hand and he blood speckled T-shirt. “Umm, yeah maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea; you look a bit light-headed and I'm a bit tired...” I dwindled off as Regan slowly stood up, her hands balled into fists. I took a shaky step backwards, eyeing her thunderous face cautiously. “Do you have any idea what a stupid idea that was?” She basically yelled in my face. Oh how I hated being so much shorter than her, she towered over me like a skyscraper next to a bungalow. When did dad saw he'd be back from the twin's friend's birthday party? Surely he should be back by now... “You could've knocked my two front teeth out! How did you expect me to have my yearbook photo taken with my two front teeth missing? I would've looked like a third grader! And did you even think about what Grayson would've thought when he saw me without my two front teeth?” Oh here we go with Grayson again, Regan's crush since year six. She hated it when I called it a crush, she was adamant that it was more than that, even though I hadn't ever seen him talk to her all the way through last year, when I'd finally gotten out of my god awful primary school and made my way to the local senior school where Regan goes. She hated that I was now in senior school with her because she loved thinking of me as her stupid little baby brother. Well, I'll show her just how not stupid I can be. “Well maybe not having your two front teeth will make you more attractive. You never know, I don't think you could go further down from here in the beauty department.” There, now who's the baby? “Maybe you should follow you own advice and knock out your teeth, then Click here to read the rest of this story (251 more lines)
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