I woke up again tonight to my sister’s ugly mug, demanding her daily emeralds. And you know what I said? I said NO.
Just like that. NO.
I thought she might blow up right there on the spot, but instead she got this creepy smile on her face. She said she was just going to have to bring my sled into the kitchen to show Mom and Dad. “For your own good,” she said, like she was doing me a favor by saving me from a life of crime or something.
So she poked her head under the bed and came up red as an angry cave spider. “Where is it?” she demanded.
I told her that I took the sled back to the store. And got my money back.
“Well, if you have money, give me the emerald you owe me for today,” she hissed.
And I said, “For what?”
“For not telling about the sled!” she almost shouted.
“WHAT sled?” I asked.
That time, she DID blow. Gunpowder floated down around us, and the water in Sticky’s aquarium churned like a lava pit.
But you know what? It was WAY worth it, just seeing the look on my Evil Twin’s face. Plus, I got to check something off my 30-day plan today.
There’s still a lot left on the list. I mean, I’m hoping Dad comes through for me on the job front, with something that doesn’t require TOO much work. (I’m just a kid, after all.)
But it’s only Day 3. I’ll give the old man some more time.
