by Kate Cullen
Amen to Minecraft peeps!
I'd nearly taken out all of the beasts when a high pitched whining sound infiltrated the action, causing my concentration to waver for a second, and the biggest and ugliest of them all slayed me to the ground, causing me to lose three hearts. The familiar whining sound came threateningly close and my unease grew with each closing sound.
"AGHHHHHHHH!" I yelled, as my door burst open. "Do you have to scream like that every time I'm going to massacre one of the pigmen?" I said. "And don't you know doors were made so polite people could knock on them?"
"He's home, he's home. Mom said he just phoned and he's coming up the road," Lisa said with uncontained excitement, completely ignoring my insults. Lisa was the person God put on this earth to make sure that I never had a good time. She also has the important duty of making sure Mom knows about everything I do wrong, and she plays a vital role in making sure my life is a living h????hang on I can't say that word. Let's just say, she makes sure my life is not a fun place. It's her job and she does it so well.
"So what!" I said, trying to disguise my curious excitement. Ever since Dad had said last week he was bringing home a surprise on Saturday, I had been anxious to know what it was going to be. Every night that week, while I lay trying to sleep, thinking about Zombie Pigmen, creepers, aliens, Endermen and Ender dragons, the odd thought about the secret surprise would intercept my thoughts and hang around like a rotten fart smell keeping me awake all night.
Lisa on the other hand kept doing what she does best, and pestering Dad every day to find out what it was. Every day she would ask him the same questions like over and over again until I could see little smoke bombs of frustration escaping out of his earholes as he gave her the same answer over and over again. "I'm not telling you or anyone until Saturday Lisa. Then you can see for yourself. Not even your Mom! All I can say is the whole family will enjoy it." Of course Mom would be in on the action, because I saw him wink at her.
I cringed when I heard Dad say that. Every time he says something's for the whole family, it has the potential to be disastrous.
"Oh come on Dad. Is it a dog?" Lisa had whined.
"Not telling."
"It's a dog isn't it? I knew it. We're getting a dog Ryan!" she had shrieked. "Dad's bringing home a puppy on Saturday."
Lisa was losing it, running around the house doing a happy dance. She looked like such a dork, flapping her arms around like a zombie octopus, and doing this funny thing with her bum.
But I couldn't help get excited thinking that Dad must have given some signal away, and we really were getting a fluffy addition to the family again finally.
"Lisa!" Dad called out in a serious tone. "We are not getting a dog! How many times do I have to tell you? Dogs don't belong in this house anymore." Lisa's bottom lip dropped into a sulky pout.
"Why not? You're mean!"
"Watch your tone young lady. Just accept it."
"Well is it a putty tat?" she asked childishly.
"No!"
"A gold fish?"
"No!"
"A squirrel?"
"Doubtful."
"Hamsters?" Her voice was starting to get real whiny. I mean more than usual.
"No, No, Nopey nope."
"Well, you know, this time I really would accept an ant, and I don't care if it is a green ant or a purple one with pink spots. It's time this family had a living pet so we can learn the responsibility of caring for something.
That's what my teacher says anyway. They actually highly recommend it. It's a fact. In fact, it's probably part of the school curriculum and we're not doing it. We're the only family that doesn't have a pet in the whole school you know."
Oh my sister!!! Does she know what she sounds like, ever? Have you heard what a peacock crossed with a crow on steroids sounds like? Well it sounds like a melodious symphony compared to my sister's whinging and whining. She goes on and on and on and on in that high pitched cackle.
Sometimes I wish Mom and Dad would pack her up and send her back to the baby making farm and ask for a refund, or at least exchange her for a silent model. Ever since her body went all weird and she developed those bump things 'you know where', she's gone all crazy. One minute she's kinda ok and nice and all, then the next she's like psycho zombie meets Dracula meets Barbie.
"Lisa," Dad said in a serious drawn out tone, like he meant business. "Do you think you would mind carefully picking up your bottom lip, taking it up to greet your top lip and gently supergluing them together? Just for a day or so. We'll drip feed you if you get hungry."
"DAD!! You're so mean! Everyone's so mean to me in this family." Lisa stomped out with her bottom lip dragging on the ground in the biggest huff. Dad looked at me and winked before going back to his newspaper. I couldn't help laughing. I'm not sure Dad would win 'Father of the year' award for his comment, but gee it was funny. I couldn't help wondering ALL week what his surprise was going to be.
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