The Annoying Brother

Crash! I ran to my room as soon as I heard it.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing?” I yelled, bursting into my room, my hands on my hips.

“Well, uh…nothing.” answered my younger brother, looking extremely frightened at having his bossy, older sister catching him red handed.

”And,” he said , regaining his confidence, “I am not a young man. I am four years old.”

He said while holding up one finger, then two fingers, then five fingers, then realizing that he went too high, he finally held up four fingers.

“And why are you holding a water gun?” I asked, pointing to his most prized possession.

He got it a few weeks ago from one of his friend’s birthday water party, and he is completely attached to it. He even named it Squirty. How original. Anyways, back to the point. What is he doing in my room squirting water from Squirty (That’s how he got the name. I told you it was original.) on my walls. Wait a second. He’s squirting water on my walls?!

“What in the world do you think you are doing squirting water on my walls?” I yelled at him as if he committed the crime of the century. “Well, Dovi said that if I can be like a robber then I can be in his club” he replied innocently.

Oh, boy, not another one of Dovi’s clubs. It seems like he makes a new one every day. Yesterday, it was the cupcake club, for which they had the mission of “stealing” the cupcakes my mother made for my little sister’s birthday, and I’m not going to go into detail about how my eardrum almost burst when she realized what had happened, but then she remembered that she didn’t like them so much anyways because they didn’t have pink frosting. Anyways, I got to go deal with my brother. Bye!