The garage door chomped its mighty great chompers and I screamed, “Mom! Mom! Hurry! The garage is eating my sissy! MOM!!” The ground rumbled underneath my feet, and I panicked.
“Huh? Garages don’t eat people!” She yawned.
“Well it sure looks like it!” My sis, Soph, was standing really close to the garage. She was outside of the house, clutching her bike handles. Grandpa and her had just come back from their daily summer evening bike. Soph’s Elsa and Anna helmet squeezed her head and in her hand was Mom’s phone to play Pokemon Go.
“Ah! Grandpa! Stay away! Stay away!” Soph screamed. She held Mom’s phone to her tummy, arms laced across it protectively. She cared more about the phone than Grandpa!
Mom lazily waddled my way until she noticed the garage door’s chompers moving up and down crazily.
“Oh my god!” She cried. She hit the button to open the garage repeatedly, but the garage had had enough. It snapped louder, and then bam!
The next thing I knew, the left side of the garage door was hanging by its hinges and small flames leapt up, swaying back and forth.
Soph started crying. “I want my mommy!”
“Where’s the fire extinguisher when you need it?!” Mom screamed. “My house is ON FIRE, people! ON FIRE!!”
And boy, was she right. The flames had gotten a taste of the ‘confetti’ Sophia and I had made earlier in the paper shredder and it was licking it up like an endless void. What had been a mere 2 inches of flame swelled to 3 feet of death. The flames surrounded us, yet Sophia was not in the circle of death.
“Mommy?! Sissy?! Help maaaaa!” Soph yelped.
“Sophia. Tell the neighbors to call 911!” Mom choked. I buried my face inside my T- shirt, but I could not escape the bewildering smell of smoke. Flames danced before my eyes.
I was frozen numb. I felt like a ghost, pinned to the floor. Maybe I was. Who knew?
Yet, I still managed to scream, “Why, Mom?! Why trust her? She’s going to get us killed! Get someone else!”
Mom shot me a look. Well, not really. I could just feel her hot glare drilling into my skin.
“Think you can do any better? Look, she can do it.”
You can’t trust her! I thought. Soph was the essence of a demon baby. She caught on flames as easily as a swordfish could swim. One time, she got mad at me for eating the last cookie, and she “ran away from the house”. She actually hid in the neighbor’s backyard.
Another time, she locked herself in the room for 2 days, and none of us could get in. I shared a room with her, and guess who had to sleep on the couch? ME.
I actually knew how to pick locks, but she certainly wasn’t worth it! I’d take the couch any day if I didn’t have to smell her dratted pig breath spitting in my face.
Erghh, I couldn’t stand the smoke anymore. I guess I sorta… fainted? I gagged and choked, then fell on my knees.
When I awoke, I saw my sister leaning into me, her warm pig breath stinking up my face. Oh, how I had missed that pig breath!
“Hi sissy!” Sophia greeted me.
“You guys are so fortunate to have this little angel!” A firefighter said, patting Sophia’s back. “She ran up to her neighbors and called us. Your smoke alarms weren’t working, and we had another fire. Without her, you guys might be toast!”
I was about to say, “Little angel! Ha! You don’t know half of it!” But then I shut my mouth. I guess she could be a little angel for a day.
Sophia shot me a sly smile. The tips of my lips curved ever so slightly.
“Huh? Garages don’t eat people!” She yawned.
“Well it sure looks like it!” My sis, Soph, was standing really close to the garage. She was outside of the house, clutching her bike handles. Grandpa and her had just come back from their daily summer evening bike. Soph’s Elsa and Anna helmet squeezed her head and in her hand was Mom’s phone to play Pokemon Go.
“Ah! Grandpa! Stay away! Stay away!” Soph screamed. She held Mom’s phone to her tummy, arms laced across it protectively. She cared more about the phone than Grandpa!
Mom lazily waddled my way until she noticed the garage door’s chompers moving up and down crazily.
“Oh my god!” She cried. She hit the button to open the garage repeatedly, but the garage had had enough. It snapped louder, and then bam!
The next thing I knew, the left side of the garage door was hanging by its hinges and small flames leapt up, swaying back and forth.
Soph started crying. “I want my mommy!”
“Where’s the fire extinguisher when you need it?!” Mom screamed. “My house is ON FIRE, people! ON FIRE!!”
And boy, was she right. The flames had gotten a taste of the ‘confetti’ Sophia and I had made earlier in the paper shredder and it was licking it up like an endless void. What had been a mere 2 inches of flame swelled to 3 feet of death. The flames surrounded us, yet Sophia was not in the circle of death.
“Mommy?! Sissy?! Help maaaaa!” Soph yelped.
“Sophia. Tell the neighbors to call 911!” Mom choked. I buried my face inside my T- shirt, but I could not escape the bewildering smell of smoke. Flames danced before my eyes.
I was frozen numb. I felt like a ghost, pinned to the floor. Maybe I was. Who knew?
Yet, I still managed to scream, “Why, Mom?! Why trust her? She’s going to get us killed! Get someone else!”
Mom shot me a look. Well, not really. I could just feel her hot glare drilling into my skin.
“Think you can do any better? Look, she can do it.”
You can’t trust her! I thought. Soph was the essence of a demon baby. She caught on flames as easily as a swordfish could swim. One time, she got mad at me for eating the last cookie, and she “ran away from the house”. She actually hid in the neighbor’s backyard.
Another time, she locked herself in the room for 2 days, and none of us could get in. I shared a room with her, and guess who had to sleep on the couch? ME.
I actually knew how to pick locks, but she certainly wasn’t worth it! I’d take the couch any day if I didn’t have to smell her dratted pig breath spitting in my face.
Erghh, I couldn’t stand the smoke anymore. I guess I sorta… fainted? I gagged and choked, then fell on my knees.
When I awoke, I saw my sister leaning into me, her warm pig breath stinking up my face. Oh, how I had missed that pig breath!
“Hi sissy!” Sophia greeted me.
“You guys are so fortunate to have this little angel!” A firefighter said, patting Sophia’s back. “She ran up to her neighbors and called us. Your smoke alarms weren’t working, and we had another fire. Without her, you guys might be toast!”
I was about to say, “Little angel! Ha! You don’t know half of it!” But then I shut my mouth. I guess she could be a little angel for a day.
Sophia shot me a sly smile. The tips of my lips curved ever so slightly.