The Wand

4:00 p.m.

"Hey sis!" I yell from the living room, just getting home from school.

My sister walks in with a big bowl of deer meat. She's a real Tom boy and is always doing what any teenager girl wouldnt do.

"What is that?" I say, acting like I've not already figured out what she's done.

She smiles proud and points outside to her truck. There's a skinned deer laying out on her truck and lots of blood.

I laugh. "Isn't mom going to be mad you killed on of her deer?"

"Nah, Macy you know she'll take a bite of this and be begging for me to get another!" She says laughing.

My mom never was the hunting type of the rest of the family was. She never liked us to kill her deer ether, even if they were about to die of age or die because my sister feeds them way too much. Making them look like they have eaten a house or something.