Word to the Witless

Introduction to the Third Sibling

        I'm probably going to end up fixing some of this, haha. Not sure if it's edited enough or whatever... Anywhoo, if you're reading this, thanks bud! Appreciation from a very happy Dana:

        After the movie, (which was actually quite good, by the way,) Rhett camped out on the couch. He’s always the one to fall asleep first, so it’s not surprising. I threw a blanket across his lap, taking the popcorn and 7up to my room. I lay awake for a bit, thinking about the movie.

         I'm not really one of those normal or stereotypical teenagers. You know, the ones that party all the time or disobey their parents until the point of becoming someone they weren’t supposed to turn out to be? Yeah. Well, I’m still going to drink my 7up at four a.m. because, guess what? I wanna drink the freaking pop, so I’m gonna drink it and stay up as long as it takes for the sugar to wear off. Plus the popcorn that no one will care about but Rhett. Other than that, I’m not half bad for a seventeen year old high school student. Just livin’ it up, you know? That’s me… (So, in other words: a lame, square type of person who actually likes leaving her room more than just to get food or use the toilet.

        Yeah, okay so I don’t listen all the time… but I have an opinion too, as I’m sure we all realise when we’re older. We deserve to make choices and deal with the consequences. I suppose that’s what parents are afraid of, though: the consequences. I get it. We’re their kids, so of course they're going to be worried. But, I assume letting go sucks for them. It sucks not getting to wear my Sponge Bob shirt in public anymore. Yeah, I’m young at heart, but if that old yellow thing didn’t have holes in it, I wouldn’t question wearing it in public. T-shirts are my whole life. And cheerios. I’m still me, minus those freak-outs in Walmart when I couldn’t have that NICE new My Little Pony complete with a helmet and roller-skates. Back then it was life or death, for both me and Rhett! For him it was usually Spiderman related… I grew to like that stuff later.

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         It’s morning now, just light enough outside my window to wake me. I take it no one is up yet, considering I can’t hear the door slamming shut every three minutes. School days are busier around here, like all houses, except I’m usually the early riser. Even on a Sunday like today, I wake early. Weird, I know, a teenager can actually wakeup somewhat early.

         I pull my duvet from my legs, and set my feet on the cold wooden floorboard. It sends chills up my spine, and I shiver as if I’m being possessed. Slowly, I get up and walk quietly down the creaky, green painted staircase. I hate walking down stairs in the morning. When I want the kitchen to myself, everyone’s hearing all of a sudden becomes so efficient and they decide they’d like to have a nice family breakfast. All because of our stupid, noisy stairs.

         This morning I make it down without more than three squeaks of a stair, and sigh once I get to the bottom. Nice one, Molly.

         Opening the cupboard, I search for my personal box of Cheerios. My mother and Rhett always try to steal them, but they’re the only cereal I’ll eat for breakfast, so I keep it hidden with the dish soap under the sink. That has to be unhealthy, but I’m not really a health freak. Any other type of cereal I have is a past-ten-a.m. snack, or second meal…

         I hear feet shuffling across the floor, loud enough for me to care. They keep shuffling along lightly, and then stop abruptly. My hand is frozen on the cupboard door, and it’s then that I know I’ve been caught.