The devastating feeling of being pranked by a sibling
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I was greeted by the warm smiles and hugs of my family. I had finally gotten the chance to come back home. They both went on and on about how good it was to see me. We were all about to sit down to eat when my little sister said, āThereās a package for you in your room,ā with a devilish smile. My mother wore a confused expression but instructed, āGo look while I get the meat out of the ovenā. The steady drip drop of raindrops thudded against the roof as I walked into my dimly lit bedroom I had left behind when I set off for college. I had no clue of the horror before me. He was three feet of pure terror. His sour grimacing expression made my blood boil. The bruteās colorful disguise didnāt fool me. He had a clear intent to put me in a pool of my own blood. My worst nightmare had come to life. I expected for him to come thrashing towards me at any moment. Thoughts rushed throw my mind at astronomical speeds. Why hadnāt I been more of a loving daughter or a kinder sister? Why hadnāt I come home more often? What were my last words going to be? What are they going to do without me? I knew what I was going to have to do. I was going to have to fend off the monster myself. I considered turning to flick the light switch on but instantly knew Iād be a goner if I turned my back for even an instant. I braced myself before slinging my arm into my ultimate fear. My sisterās ceramic clown hit the hardwood floor and fell to pieces. āIāll get her back ten times over,ā I muttered. |