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10 things that I tend to do when I am upset and home alone;

1.       Eat every single piece of junk food that I can find in the house

 

2.       Watch old home movies of school productions that I did in junior school

 

3.       Watch cheesy musicals that I loved when I was 10 and make fun of the actors and actresses

 

4.       Bake something

 

5.       Clean something

 

6.       Screech at the top of my voice

 

7.       Write a song about my problems (Only after I’ve been watching cheesy musicals)

 

8.       Eat ice cream

 

9.       Eat pizza

 

And the 10^th thing I tend to do when I am upset and home alone;

 

      10.  Cry and cry and cry.  Then act like I was never crying.

 

So dad’s going out with his work friends and won’t be home for hours, mum doesn’t come home for another 10 minutes and Max gets picked up from by my aunt, so he’ll be there until my parents pick him up.  I have already done half the things on my list and I’m barely listening to the final number of “High School �" The Musical”.

So guess what I found when I came in?  My alarm clock.  In Max’s room.  You honestly don’t understand how much I wish I didn’t have a brother sometimes, why must he feel the need to ruin my life?  But I showed him, at least I think I did.  I may have... Sort of... Trashed his room, like tipped the bin over emptied his laundry basket, and hidden his Nintendo, but you know, he had it coming and I was in the moment.

Oh well, I don’t care �" I’m a teenage girl, I will eat my sorrows in cookie dough ice cream. 

“I’m home!  And guess who I’ve already picked up?”

Great.... Looks like Mum already has Max.  Yay.  I can’t contain my enthusiasm. 

 “Urgh why you watching High School the Musical?”  And now he’s trying to steal the remote.  After being home for like 10 seconds, if that. 

“Because I want to!  I’m using the remote you can’t just switch over!”  I refuse to let go.  I have lost too much today, I will not lose the remote as well �" he will have to pry this remote out of my cold dead hands. 

“I have stuff to watch!”

That’s the best he can do?  Really?  That is the argument he’s gonna go with?”

“Max, go easy on your sister!!  Judging by the mess, I would say that she’s had a rough day!”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my mum.

“Why?  Did you get into trouble at school?”  Oh my gosh.  Is he serious?  I actually wanna punch that smirk off of his little face.  And that “I’m a little angel” voice he’s using. 

You know what?  I can use this to my advantage and see how much he’s willing to reveal to mum, with the help of a little white lie from me of course.

“No I didn’t get into trouble; in fact Mrs Dawson loved my homework essay!”

 “How?!  What?  She couldn’t have loved your homework!”

“And how would you know that, Max?”

Haha �" busted.  Let’s see him get out of this one, because mum looks pretty suspicious.

“Well, Melanie, you’re such a good writer, she couldn’t have loved it, she must have adored it!”

Ok, you can tell by her face that Mum didn’t buy Max’s performance, but unfortunately she hasn’t said anything more, she’s left the room to order pizza.  Max looks like he’s about to explode.  Time to take action. 

“Problem Max?”

“You’re lying!  You never handed in your essay!”

“Really?  And how would you know that?”

And he’s silent because he’s just realised what he almost admitted to.  Point: Me.  I’ve almost broken him down, just a couple more little things and I’ve broken him down.  I just need to scare him into telling mum the truth, which should be easy enough.  Hopefully. 

“Yes that’s right!  I have your note in my bag and I took a picture of my stolen alarm clock where I found it in your room!  I have proof that ties you to the crime!”

Ok, I’m going major ‘Police Detective’ on him.  I don’t know why, I think I’ve been watching too many murder police detective shows lately.  Then again, so has Max;

“You have no proof!  That may be evidence but all it proves is that I gave you a note saying I wanted you to get detention and that you could have put your alarm clock in my room and taken a picture of it there to frame me!”

“And why would I do that?”

“I don’t know.  Why would I steal your alarm clock?  Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be in my room until my pizza arrives!”

And now he’s running away.  I am on rage mode now �" he can’t run!  That’s it.  I’m running after him �" he cannot run away from this now!

“Fine!  I may have no tangible evidence, but you should know that you just almost got me detention and staying after school while sitting in silence in a room is not my ideal thing to do, so know that I’m willing to fight fire with fire!”

And he’s opened his bedroom door.  His face is priceless �" open mouth, wide eyes, anger and fear �" I am good.  Now he’s wondering around, picking up the boxers and socks discarded on the floor. 

“What did you DO?!”

Time to do it.  Beat him with his own words. 

“You have no proof that it was me!  There’s no tangible evidence!”

And now I’m gone.  Down the hall, to my room.  I did it!  I won!  I’m awesome, I don’t even care.