I squinted my eyes, focusing all my attention on my letter to Santa.
Aright Santa, here's the deal,
Looks like we're back to the drawing board. I'm in a hostage situation again, except this time I didn't get away at the last second like I normally do. So, I'm writing this letter to you in the house of my Kidnappers. Therefore, I've prepared two options: You help get me out of this, and next year I will probably try to be good. Maybe. Or, you don't help me, I die, but I take you down with me. Your choice. I will be awaiting your decision.
Then I put down the white crayon and smiled. Perfect.
Jacob leaned over to see what I was writing, and I quickly covered it with my hands.
"Get away!" I growled, kicking his shin under the table.
"Hey!" He cried out indignantly, reaching down to grab his foot.
Camille put her head down on the table and Hayley sighed heavily. "Do you guys ever stop?"
I bit my tongue and said nothing, instead turning back to my crayon and paper.
Ps. Maybe you can bring Jacob back to the North Pole with you forever. I'm sure he wouldn't mind.
Then I set my crayon aside and folded up my paper.
I looked around the table at what everyone else was doing. Hayley seemed to be coloring a picture, scribbling furiously on her paper.
Camille was biting her lip and staring into space, thinking of what to write.
Carson was watching Hayley, and then turned back to his own letter to add something.
And I really didn't want to look at Jacob right now, so who knows what he was doing.
"Finished," Jacob announced loudly.
"Did I ask?" I muttered crossly. Everything he does annoys me.
"Why don't you go up to your room so we can have some peace," Carson said to Jacob, not rudely, but not kindly either.
I heard Jacob slide his chair out and head to his room.
"I'm done too," I added, pushing away from the table and following his lead.
I wanted nothing more than to mourn my Christmas traditions of getting drunk off eggnog and occasionally being caught by the police.
I swerved into my room, flopped face-first onto my bed, and groaned.
"Groannnnn," I said.
Suddenly a snowball hit my window, scattering show all over the glass. I jumped a little, but quickly relaxed when I remembered who it was.
Ugh, go away!
A second one smacked into the glass and exploded across it, scattering snow, and my patience.
"Fine!" I yelled angrily, and marched over to shove up the window.
As usual, I saw that Josh was standing outside, his arms full of handmade snowballs. Did this guy not have many friends, or did he just enjoy annoying me.
"What do you want!" I shouted down at him.
He pouted at my tone. "Not in the Christmas mood?"
I eyed his outfit. Red jacket, green sweatpants, green gloves, and a red hat. "Not really, but apparently you are."
"It's once a year," He defended.
"So is Halloween, Valentine's Day, and my birthday," I countered.
He rolled his eyes at my logic. "Who are you, the grinch?"
"Bah humbug."
"Sounds about right," He grinned. "Come outside!"
"Can't," I called down. "Some other time."
At first he looked disappointed, but suddenly, and evil grin overtook his face, and I knew what he was going to do. "Don't you DARE-"
He drew his arm back and launched a snowball up, hitting me right in the face.
The cold snow hit my nose immediately, chucks breaking off and hitting the rest of me too, and I yelped, and ducked for cover.
My hands felt along the floor for something to throw back, and bingo- a hair brush.
I quickly popped up and threw the brush at him with deadly accuracy.
It hit him right where I wanted.
His face turned purple, and he clutched his pants. "OWOWOWO!"
I snickered, and quickly shut my window.
That's what you get.
"What was all that noise?" A voice at the door said.
I turned to see Jacob standing in the doorway with a confused expression.
"What noise?" I asked, sounded more annoyed than intended. I couldn't help it- I had little to no control over my outward emotions.
"That noise," He said.
"This noise?"
"That noise."
"My noise?"
"Your noise."
"Your noise?"
"What?" He exclaimed. "Why are you always so confusing!"
"Why are you always so irritating?" I said back.
"Why are you always so angry?"
"Why are you always so obnoxious?"
"Why are you always so pretty?"
"Why are you-" I stopped abruptly, his words hitting me. What?
Jacob's face reddened even more, if possible. "Uh, that wasn't me."
I stayed silent, still a bit startled.
He backed away from me slowly, and when he reached the door, he turned and fled.
That was...odd.