Using an ending line prompt in a story
Today's prompt was to take this ending line and use it as the last line of the story. I reworded it a little to fit my story better as I didn't understand the part, "I locked the safety." Artistic liberty and all that!
Finally I locked the safety, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.
My little sister Katie was so nosy about everything I did. Since she and I shared a room, I had absolutely no privacy whatsoever. She even read my diary once and told Billy Marshall that I liked him. I wanted to kill her for that.
Now that I’m thirteen, I begged Mom and Dad to let me have my own room in the basement den that Dad used to use for an office. They said okay and I quickly moved my stuff down there.
“Why do you have to move out, Megan? Don’t you like sharing a room with me?”
“No, I don’t, you twerp,” I growled at her as I pushed past her with a bookcase.
“But why? I thought we were best buds.” She followed behind me, almost in tears.
Just because she was two years younger, she thought she and I should be bosom buddies.
“I’m a teen now. I need my space,” I said but I could tell she didn’t get it.
“Are you having your period?” she asked. “Is that why you’re so crabby?”
“I’m crabby because you’re driving me insane!”
Several hours later, I got everything moved around the way I liked it. I made my bed and settled on the bed with my laptop, enjoying the peace and quiet. That is until Katie started pounding on the door.
“Go away, Katie,” I said.
“I miss you,” she said. “The room is too big without you.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I won’t ever get used to it,” she whined and I heard her start with the fake tears. She was good at those and could turn them on like a switch to get Mom and Dad’s sympathy.
“Go away, Katie. I’m warning you!” I cried in frustration.
“You must be having your period. Can’t I come in?”
“No, you can’t,” I said, glad that Dad had installed a lock down here. “Now go away if you value your life.”
Finally I locked the door, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.
Great story! My sister used to act the exact same way. She never acted like she had ever liked me though. We never shared a room and it was completely forbidden to step foot in hers. After a while, I no longer wanted to and didn't care if she rotted in there alone.ReplyDelete
Sad to hear that you and your sister weren't that close growing up. Hope it is better now you're adults though that isn't always the case either. My brother and I aren't close at all and he doesn't speak to me. Sigh. Thanks for commenting.Delete
Makes me glad I don't have a sister. :DReplyDelete
I don't have one either but having a brother wasn't always easy either. I guess sibling rivalry can be pretty bad sometimes.Thanks for commenting, Loni!Delete