Olivia Shay

iPsycho

Longer chapter ahead. Hint- worth it. 

Olivia's POV 

I am sitting in the living room watching TV while my dad is making a sandwich. 

"Get away jerk." I heard my dad yell and I looked over to see him swatting at a fly. 

"Carly where is the fly swatter"? He yelled up to Carly. 

"I threw it away." Carly said. 

"Why?" Said my dad. 

"Because it's not nice to kill things." Carly told him. 

"Oh yeah I guess your right, I'm gonna kill you so hard." My dad said to Carly and then the fly. 

Then my dad knocked over cups as he was trying to kill the fly. 

"What are you doing?" Carly asked from upstairs referring to the noise my dad just made. 

"Oh just reading the bible this Pharaoh is really giving Moses a hard time." My dad said. 

Then the fly landed on the corner of the counter top. 

"Oh you want to rest there for a minute Mr. Fly?" My dad said and grabbed an umbrella. 

"That's cool, I'm not going to kill you with an umbrella or anything, it's just the weather forecast today calls for DEATH"! My dad yelled and slammed the umbrella down on the counter where the fly was. 

Key word WAS. The fly flew away and my dad broke the corner of the counter top. 

"Dang it you made me break the counter." My dad said. 

"You know some people say that it's weird to talk to animals, especially flies." I told my dad. 

Then Carly and Sam came downstairs. 

"What happened?" 

"What was that noise?" They asked. 

"Nothing, I was just reading this bible." My dad said and held up a Mexican cookbook to his face pretending to read it. 

"This is a Mexican cookbook." Carly said looking at the cover. 

"We can still learn from it." My dad said and put it down. 

"What happened to the counter top?" Carly finally asked. 

"There was this lady." My dad said. 

"You tried to kill the fly." Carly said and picked up the umbrella. 

"Flies like to die." My dad said. 

Then Freddie opened the door and came in with a box. 

"Guess what's in this box?" Freddie said. 

"Donuts". 

"No." 

"Muffins". 

"No". 

"Corndogs." 

"No." 

"Chocolate." 

"No." 

"It's not food." 

"Then who cares." Sam and Freddie said back and forth. 

"What's in the box?" Carly asked Freddie. 

"Oh just some photos." Freddie said. 

"Of donuts." Sam said. 

"No." Freddie told her.