“Mikyla Anna Massey grab the damn scissors and tape!” “I won’t.” This is the infuriating yet somewhat comedic definition of me and my sister’s melodramatic relationship. I had left the ‘damn’ scissors and tape in the basement approximately three weeks ago. Why should I go fetch them if I am not using them in the first place? Britty stood there in the entrance of my room (note that there is no door frame because my room consists of a bed in the middle of a loft). Britty bore disheveled hair from a long day at work and an irate cherry face ready to kill a victim in half a second flat. Her blue eyes darkened with pure anger and the bags under her eyes complimented her distress. I should have noticed this before events turned out… to be not in …show more content…
This passive gesture seemed to throw her down into a screaming spiral. Britty grit her teeth, “I said go. Grab. Them. Now.” I raised an eyebrow cockily, “Or what Mom?” I crossed my feet and placed my hands behind my head to express my tranquility in this fight, but my nerves were getting cut down to the wire each second. Unnoticeable to the human eye, I was grinding my teeth agitatedly and clenching my fists beneath my head. Britty’s face went blank and blinked a couple of times, sending my heart into a mixture of panic and hysteria. With every step she took my heart let out several beats that sounded similar to a cacophony. I ditched my cool attitude and put my arms in front of my chest defensively, for fear that I might never see the light of day again. I flinched but also took a double take when I realized that she wasn’t aiming for me, but rather my drawer that was standing to her …show more content…
You had them last, end of freaking discussion.” I sat up on my bed, distinctly livid, and retorted, “I most definitely will not, I’m not using them - you are. If you want them, go get them. They are literally just downstairs it’s not that far of a walk!” I glared at her, “Oh and end of freaking discussion.” “Hm, fine.” I raised my eyebrow at her reply. That’s definitely not suspicious at all. My eyes followed hers to my drawer. I looked at Britty and shook my head as if to say, “Oh no you don’t”. I watched time slow down as Britty pulled open my top drawer and flung out every piece of clothing she could set her eyes on. Garments flowing everywhere and onto the floor. Clothes were seemingly raining down as I said, “Stop! Your Christmas presents-” But it was too late. The damage had been done. I should have hid their presents somewhere else, and just grabbed the scissors and tape, I regretfully thought. Britty paused her movement as if she was in a freeze frame, except this wasn’t exactly the most joyous freeze frame. Britty looked up at me for an