Short story!

Hey, everyone! I wrote this a while back and thought you might enjoy it!

A Brother's Point of View

I don't understand it. My family was completely fine the way it was. It didn't need a new addition. I'm not talking about a baby. That takes way less of an adjustment. It all started a year ago. Well, if you want to get technical, three years ago.

When my sister was fifteen years old, she fell in love with this other gawky fifteen year old. Although I was only twelve, and didn't know about the existence of crushes, I was still glad to see the Williamsons move away for a little three years on a military tour. Then everything went back to normal...until last year.

The family came back. The gawky teenager had turned into an attractive eighteen year old and seemed to have every intention that he could just barge back into our family. And my sister let him. I didn't have to be told anymore. I was fourteen and could tell when things were beginning to get serious.

While my parents and sister were seemingly falling all over this guy, I grew to despise his every move. I hated that while I gave Shanti a wal mart gift certificate, Jason got her chocolate, among, like, six other things.

Shanti started treating me differently when she was around her beloved Jason. She didn't tease me anymore. When I tried to talk to her about it, she got grumpy with me. I didn't like the way Shanti glared at me the rest of the day so I decided to take it up with Prince Charming.But I lost my nerve every time I approached him.

So I settled for dropping hints.

I suggested that I had known Shanti since I was born. That I had come to love her first and knew all her deepest darkest secrets that she wouldn't dare tell Jason. And it should be that way. After all, I did live with her.

Jason took the hints. He started coming to my house every day, as if to say; "who says I don't live here?"

He found out my interests by way of bribing my parents. He tried to get to know me by saying things. like; "So I hear you like to play basketball, want to play a coupe of rounds?" To which I would bluntly refuse.

But all my hard work failed me. One night, a year later, Jason came over to help on a project he and my dad had been working on in the backyard. When they came in, my dad's eyes were shining. the next morning my sister danced around the house. I put two and two together and asked my mom if the question had been asked. She giggled and told me yes.

Shanti and Jason would enter into courtship.

I made up my mind then and there that I would kill Jason.


Did you like it? I'll be posting the rest of the story in the next couple of weeks!

The Day That I Pushed My Brother Into the Toilet.

Let me, before I tell you the very interesting story, introduce to you the culprit.
As the title indicates, the culprit is my brother, Sam. Here are some pictures of him to give you an idea of what he's like.

Ok. If the idea you got was that he was an angel, and liked wearing hats. You were right in one area. He loves hats and is a ham for pictures. In the last picture of him, he was an angel. But he was asleep. Alright. I admit that Sam is really great most of the time...but when he isn't...well, that's when I push him into toilets.

So today is mostly stay at home day. The boys are in a slightly bad mood as they usually are when my Dad's gone for a little while. And then I hear it.

My sister and I are eating our lunch. Catey looks at me and says: "it's your turn to check on Sam next."

Reminders like this are pretty easily satisfied. You just yell out, asking if the boys are staying out of trouble and they usually yell back something to the effect of: "We're not making a mess!"

And Since Catey just said next and not now, I kept on finishing my lunch. That's when I heard it. The sound isn't something you can put into words. I don't mean it's indescribable. I mean that it's not really any real words. just a string of gibberish from a two-and-a-half-year-old. But when you hear that sound-you know what it means. That wordless call can be roughly translated to: "I NEED A WIPING!"

Great.

So I get up like any dutiful sister who wants the screaming to stop, and walk toward the bathroom.

The screaming stops when I walk through the door. Sam is sitting on the toilet, waving a wad of toilet paper at me. I take it, starting the usual polite bathroom conversation. "You didn't try to wipe yourself, did you?"

Sam says no, so I believe him and wipe him. Then, (terrifying 'bad news' music) I flush the toilet.

Sam yells at me. "I want to flush it!!!!!!!!"

It's too late. That's what I told him. But it was really too late to stop the terrible doom.

Sam (Who doesn't like listening to anything once it involves him not getting his way) gives me his evil eye, reaches behind him, and flushes the toilet again-before it's done flushing from the first time...and he's holding the handle down.

Before I tell you what I did next, let me just explain something to you. My dad is the main fix-it person in our house. But he teaches all of us a lot of stuff. But somehow, I'm the only person who actually remembers any of it. So I really don't like it when Sam is messing up the toilet...especially when Dad isn't back till tomorrow.

I was washing my hands at the moment I saw Sam do it. Angry, pulling my hands out of the water, I yell at Sam to stop it.

He doesn't, of course. He just gives me a look very similar to the look he's giving the camera in the first picture.

Not thinking about the fact that my hands are still wet and that Sam's backside isn't really as large as it should be for the toilet, I shove his hand off the flusher handle thingy.

Sam lost his balance, like majorly. He slipped so that the only thing keeping him from falling into the toilet water below, was his arms and legs, both looped around the seat.

I pulled him up instantly, feeling kind of bad. but I'm not going to let him off so easily. Shoving him into the toilet wasn't enough punishment. So I talk to him. "Do you know why I..." oh boy. "why I pushed you into the toilet?"

Sam's reply clearly indicated his shock. "You pushed me into the toilet. That hurt."

"Yes, but do you know why?"

"You pushed me into the toilet."

I asked the question about ten million times more, telling Sam the answer each time. the response was always the same.

"You pushed me into the toilet. That hurt."

Finally I got the point across to Sam that he shouldn't hold the handle down because it could break the toilet.

I don't know if he really gets it. He's done so many thing to that toilet. Once he put about half a roll of toilet paper in the bowl while Mom and Dad were gone.

But that's another story.

Jocelyn

This post is dedicated to...

me not writing a post.
That's right. I don't have time to update on anything except to say that I am not updating.
Hopefully I'll have time to post something that's actually a real post soon.
Have a happy day!
Jocelyn

Fun, Fashionable Alyssa...Nerdy, Noble Catey

There once was a Queen

(The queen of the malls)

She wore fashion clothes like you've never seen

but didn't care much for the balls.

My sister Catey gives me advice

I promoted her to the position.

Even though she is challenged in size

She never demands a commission.

I say this to them so they're not left behind

I'm showing my appreciation

For only they seem to know my mind

or the "leave a comment" location.

Bethany's bathtub

Bethany was laying down in the tub. She watched as she raised her foot (which was starting to turn into a giant raisin) out of the water and plopped it back in, making the bubbles in her water make little popping noises. Then came the bad news, the doorknob clicked as it opened. And in it came. It was furry, it was huge, it was pink with Hawaiian flowers! Bethany closed her eyes tightly. The thing spoke.

"Bethany, it's time to get out of the tub."

Bethany stood up, reaching for the towel. "Ok, Mom. You can unplug the bathtub, and I'll get dried off."


Mom snatched the towel away, cruelly. "Bethany, be a big girl and unplug it yourself. I've done it for five years, it's your turn now."

"I think I want to stay in the tub a little longer."

Mom gave Bethany the evil 'someday-when-you-have-kids-and-they-give-you-a -had-time-I-will-laugh-in-your-face' look. She stuck a finger in the tub. "Bethany, you've been in here for almost an hour. The water's freezing. Come on, get out."

"No!" Bethany was ready to cry. She was too scared to unplug the tub. When you unplug the tub, you go down, down, down the drain with the rest of the water. Bethany had never witnessed this happen before, but she'd heard about it from her older brother.


Mom gave Bethany another look. But this time it was the deadly 'If-you-don't-start-cooperating-right now...' look. Mom never finished that phrase. She didn't have to, Bethany knew what she meant.

Mom started tapping her foot.

Bethany squeezed her eyes shut. A few tears slid down her cheek as she slipped her hand into the water. She yanked it back out. "I can' do it!"

Mom wasn't being merciful today. Her foot continued to tap, and the deadly look was still on her face.

Bethany started screaming and crying. Mom didn't even move-except for her eyebrow. She was doing the eyebrow-cock.

Finally, Bethany reached her hand down to the plug and was promptly sucked sown the drain without another trace.

"Bethany, stop crying. Just do it." Mom reached over and grabbed Bethany's hand, guiding it toward the drain.

Without any other choice, Bethany unplugged the drain all by herself and was promptly not sucked down the drain!
From then on, Bethany was never afraid of unplugging anything. She always remembered how brave she had been that day and it helped her never to be scared!
Until the day she had to take her first shower...but that's another story.

There is an analogy in that story so whoever can guess the correct one gets a post written for them. My next post will explain the analogy if no one can get it.
Jocelberry

Have you seen it?

Hello, the few people who read my blog!

Maybe you can help me find something. I lost it, and couldn't find it. Maybe I was just too busy to find it. But I somehow or other, I lost it.

MISSING: Have you seen Summer? If you have, please contact me and leave a comment.

That's right. I lost my summer. Summer ran away, leaving behind it a schooless and very extremely busy world. I don't exactly know why it ran away, though I think it was because it took one look at my mom's calender and ran away screaming.

And was never seen since.

Though I did do some very fun things like go to California, work VBS (discussed in one of my previous posts), and get my ears pierced, it would've been nice to have Summer with me to share in the excitement. Summer is always so good at helping me relax.

But Summer will not be so greatly missed because Fall is here now.

Fall keeps me busy enough that I wont miss Summer quite so much.

Here are some pictures of my not- Summer

My lament...sunglasses

My grandma has been visiting with us for the past eight days, and today we dropped her off at the airport. On the way back home, my mom took my siblings and I back on something called "the scenic route". As long as they don't take to long to go through, I find the scenic route pleasant. But today as we were driving, I was repeatedly annoyed by my sunglasses. They were tinted and made everything that was green look brown.

"Mom, I wish I didn't have to wear sunglasses,"
"Yeah."
"My sunglasses are making those fields look brown."
"Joss, those fields are brown."
"No they aren't."
[Mom takes off sunglasses]. "You're right. They are green."

But I looked on the bright side of things, my old sunglasses were tinted brown and made the sky, the land, and the air look like the earth was severely polluted.

At least these pink sunglasses were more pleasant.