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!

http://storyaday.org/writing-prompt-becca-puglisi/#more-6292

Finally I locked the safety, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.


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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.

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 8, 2014 at 8:06 AM

    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.

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    1. UnknownMay 9, 2014 at 9:24 AM

      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.

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  2. Loni TownsendMay 8, 2014 at 2:57 PM

    Makes me glad I don't have a sister. :D

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    1. UnknownMay 9, 2014 at 9:25 AM

      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!

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