I put the crickets in the sink, which my parents let me do, but seems to tick off my brother. I just got out of the shower, he went in there, then came out yelling at me like he's the owner of the house..."MARY, GET THESE CRICKETS OUT OF THE SINK!" I told him I would, I'm just getting something for my mom to sign, but he HAD to have them out RIGHT NOW, a minute or two just would not do for him. So, I just told him to wait, getting a little impatient. He now threatened to put the crickets in my room and dump my calcium. I told him to go away. He proceeded to put an upside down cup of crickets on my computer desk(which got loose) and dumped the rest of the calcium that I have down the drain. I went into his room to do something, probably to take his mattress off of the bed, but he followed me and pushed me out of his room, slamming me into the wall. Furious, I punched him in his gut, he grabbed my arm and threatened to break it. After a few choice words, I twisted my arm away and slammed the door, waiting for him to get in the shower so I could take his bed. I heard some soft scratching noises on my door, so I stuffed a bathrobe under the crack of the door, thinking he was trying to stuff some more cricks in. When I finally heard the shower starting, I opened the door, and lo and behold, he taped the crickets I bought to the door. After pulling them off and now discarding them, I opened his door, expecting his alarm that he sometimes turns on to start bleeping. It didn't, but something was blocking the door. It was his chair, so I just ended up taking his soccer uniform that he HAS to wear on Saturday. I'm still considering spraining his ankle when he gets out of the bathroom.
Seriously, will these fights EVER end?
(sorry, just had to vent on this, it's pretty stupid)
Seriously, will these fights EVER end?
(sorry, just had to vent on this, it's pretty stupid)