How to Deal With A Crazy Monkey In The House by Brooklyn

How To Deal With A Crazy Monkey In The House!!!!!

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By

Brooklyn

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!” My sister whined. I stared at her. I was shocked as she pushed me away and stomped her foot and whined some more. This is the attitude I do not like. What had gotten into her. Why is she talking to me like this? What did I do!?!? I had a million questions. But every time I opened my mouth to talk, she slammed me into the wall and slam her door. Okay… I definitely did something… or she is just taking her anger out on me because she thinks it's okay!!!!! Thank god that Mom is in the basement working out. I thought. I knocked on the door for the millionth time. After this I am leaving, then, no candy for her!!!  Sam opened it, but this time, she lunged at me. I quickly moved to the side. “Wait-” I said, but she interrupted me and dug her long nails into my arm…

I gasped, feeling nothing but a tingling sensation in my arms. I saw my arm getting white. “LET GO!!!!” I yelled in her face. Then, she let go, glaring at me with her teeth showing, acting like the boss around here!!! Okay… I just want to strangle you right now!!! I stood up.

My sister made a rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound like she could read my mind and smacked me in the face!!! I stumbled a little bit, tilting sideways, holding my cheek. “HEY!!!” I yelled then slapped her in the face. I know she is my little sister, I thought as I all of a sudden felt sorry for her for some ridiculous reason as I was going for a hug as my sister started to cry but then she made the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound again and pushed me to the wall!!! But how else am I supposed to get her to stop tackling me!!!

Then, she grabbed my arm with her sharp nails and ordered me, “Go get a game!! You are my big sister and YOU are supposed to cheer me up!!! Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!”

“Okay-”

“And Stop.” My sister said, putting her had in my face. I shoved it out of the way, scowling at her.

“With What-” I tilted my head.

Attacking m-”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!! YOU JUST TRIED TO KILL ME!!!!” I yelled at her, stomped my foot and pointed to the ground.

“So that would stop you from attacking me.” This is crazy and confusing. But she deserves this. “YOU tried to- I can't even-”

“You deserved this.”

“What?” Wait- what- what is she- huh?

“Being mad, getting in trouble, because, you know, you are my big sister and YOU are supposed to look after me.” She pointed to the middle of my chest with her pointer finger and shoved me back the the wall a little bit. I gave her a little huff and thought, You are gonna get it!!!!

“WELL YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE NICE AND MAKE IT EASY TO TAKE CARE OF YOU!!!!!!!”

“I DO make it easy for you.”

“You come into my room when I am singing and make fun of me, you eavesdrop on me ALWAYS!!!!!!! Even when my friends are over, then just this morning you came into my room this morning when I was NAKED!!!!”

“Well- well- ugh!!!”  She stormed off. I did as well. I stormed off to my room. My sister whipped around and pointed her finger in the air, like she was about to make a speech. I rolled my eyes, and said, “AND IF YOU THINK I-” I slammed the door in her face and grinned. I heard her stomp of and slam her door as well. I win. I thought. I collapsed onto my bed and let out a sigh as I closed my eyes and only heard the sound of my breathing………………….

Okay… my sister can be funny but sooooo annoying!!! But my sister's attitude is really… interesting… She can be happy one moment then yelling and kicking and whining and screaming the next!!! And you are about to find out how I react to it....

1   hour

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I opened my door feeling fresh…. And, you probably will guess that I will say something like “I could hear the birds outside the opened window…” Well…. you guessed WRONG!!! The first thing I saw when I walked out of my room was a pouty, glaring sister. She had Cooper, my dog, resting in her lap, struggling to get of but my sister help him down, staring at me. Cooper gave up and flopped on Sam’s lap, defeated, and whimpered for mom. Let him go Sam!!! I thought then, I noticed Sam glaring at me with a evil smile. Then I noticed Sam was petting Cooper like villains do in the movies!?!?!? Okay… my sister HAD to set this up!!! I saw her light up a bit more. I stared at her then realized that my mouth dropped open as I had to LITERALLY use my hand to close my mouth… okay… I am acting very dumb… why did I just do that!?!?! Now my sister is going to-

“Well… well… well…”

Do that…

Cooper quickly scurried out of my sister's lap, ruining her thunder as he ran down stairs in search for my mom. She reached for him then frowned. I grinned. She shook her head, clapped her hands, them smiled in a uncomfortable way that sent a shiver down my spine. “Go get a game please, hehehe!!!”

“Or else what!?!?” I said putting my hands on my hips. I am NOT going to let a SEVEN-YEAR-OLD boss me around!!!!

“Or else I will tell mom what you did to me yesterday…” I look at her sideways.

“Wasn’t that like an hour ago-”

“I KNOW!!!!” she snapped at me. Sheesh! I thought as I saw my sister march over mischievously and open a door that led to the play room. I clenched my fists and glared at her for a second. Then I shook my head and held my anger in, but still glared. “Please go get a game we can play in the playroom.” Sam said. I walked over and stared at her and I notice the… the… look in her eyes… she is up to something… I just know it!!!

I rush into the playroom, hot with anger, and the first thing I see was a nice, big, round, bean bag… I grinned………

Okay… sooo… you probably get that me and my sister are always in competition with each other. And you probably know that my sister IS a crazy monkey by now… but she has a BUNCH of energy. And if you are like me, and have a crazy little sibling or crazy little siblings in your house, then this is it. The way to get Sam, my little sister, tired is to put her in... what you may call… an arena… and the battle is about to begin…

I grabbed on huge beanbag, probably about three to four feet long and wide, blue and round. I dragged it toward the stairs. I looked up and saw my sister giving me a disgusting look. I am trying to be a fun-loving sister!!! I thought, starting to glare at her once more. You kiss and hug Victoria whenever you got a chance, and you’ve known her for like, only two years!!!

Okay… so Victoria is a very good friend that my sister has… and as you were reading this… you might consider a little bit of jealousy is what started this fight…

I slammed the beanbag on the ground about five inches away from the stairs. I gave it a fierce kick showing my sister how annoyed I am with her whining. I stomped toward the playroom again, not caring about making noise this time. I saw the same beanbag, except it was pink. Kind of a bright dark pink. I picked it up and dragged it, once again, but looking down. You shove me away and almost attack me whenever I am around you! In fact, you only kiss me once or twice a year!!!!! And hug me one to five times a year!!! What kind of sisters are we!?!?!?!? I thought, red with anger. I don't even feel like doing this anymore!!! Why am I doing this!!!! Sam is just a- “BROOOOOOOKLYYYYYNNNNNAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!” My sister said. I whipped my head up, having a firm grip on the beanbag. Talk to me like that again and I will toss this at you, and I WON’T be sorry about it!!! “When are you dooooooooonnnnneaaaaaaa?” My sister said again. I tossed the beanbag at her as she gasped. She stumbled back, as the pink beanbag hit her.

She grabbed it and ran at me, with the beanbag in her hands.

Okay… as a big sister with a crazy energetic little sister… I have to come up with a backup plan for ANYTHING!!!!! And by anything, I mean, ANYTHING!!! You  have no idea what my little sister can do….

I fell back hitting my head on the floor. So much for being a loving sister!!!! I thought. She sat on me, putting the beanbag on my head. I gasped for air, panting. Sweat dripped down my face under the fleece, stuffed beanbag. Saliva starting to build up in my mouth. Not the first and won't be the last. I though. I fought and kicked, but my sister would not stop. YOU ASKED FOR IT!!!! I thought...

I joined my legs, and wrapped them around each other. I put my arms around my head so my head wouldn’t be crushed by my sister’s wheat. I kept my legs wrapped and lunged them upward. My sister all of a sudden made my face as a stabilizer to stable her from my kicks. She finally sat on my legs. SHOOT!!!!! I thought. Time for plan B. I rocked viciously side to side and up and down. My sister finally let go of my head, but this time held onto floor. I struggled to get on my belly, but I did. I bucked and bucked. Then, even under the beanbag, I heard her yell, “YEEE HAAA!!!-” I am not I horse!!!

I thought, and before she could finish her sentence, I did one last buck, and Sam flew off of my back as I did a horrible stance of the handstand. The beanbag flew off of me as well. I fell, crashing to the floor, exhausted, panting like a dog. I looked up. Seeing my sister defeated made me a little happy, but sad that I have to do this to her to listen to me!!!!!! YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought.

I stood up, feeling a little light headed. “Now.” I said like nothing happened as my sister stood up. I looked directly into my sister's eyes and saw revenge, rage, and hatred…… “Do you want to slide down the stairs with bean bags?” I asked as I saw a little glow in her eyes. When she was little, she loved to slide down a snowy hill in a sled, but I saw she was a little nervous for the fact it was going to be on stairs. “And remember, I use to do to TAE KWON DO.” I said picking up the pink bean bag and tossing it in the playroom. I saw my sister flinch a little. Great. Now she is scared of me. I thought, not so surprised. “So, don’t mess with me!” I said, pointing at her. I glanced down the stairs and saw the blue bean bag half way down the stairs. “And by the way…” I said, walking toward the stairs. “I am NOT a horse.” My sister grinned… and so did I.