"Get out now," I yelled at my little brother.
"No and you can't," He yelled back at me.
"Mom! Brothers being a pest," I yelled, frustrated.
"Samuel, leave your sister alone," mom yelled from downstairs.
"Cindy started it," he complained, leaving my room.
"Did not," I mocked his voice back to our mom.
"Samuel Gray." Mom said, as he hit the stairs.
"Coming," he answered. He turned around and gave me an evil smile.
"Finally." I muttered, but what could he be planning?
My brothers are so annoying. He constantly is in here every day, always touching my stuff. He's spoiled in this house.
"Cindy," dad yells up the stairs. I heard a door slam. Guess he just got home.
"Yes dad," I say back. I knew dad would take his side, again. He always did, but maybe not.
I ran downstairs to meet up with him. I stopped at the bottom steps.
"Where's my hug?" He asked, putting down his bag.
"What's wrong with Samuel," dad questioned over my shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
"Got into trouble for being a pest again." I replied.
"Dinner." Mom called us.
We started heading for the kitchen. Through the front hallway, and the living room. Mom and Samuel were already sitting down.
"What was in your room today," dad asked, noticing the upset pest again. He's so annoying.
"I had an assignment for school about researching trains and cars, then he came in and started to bug me." I told dad.
Dad was listening to my side of the story. Interesting, but it won't last long. It never does with him and my brother.
He rolled his eyes and started to eat the food I had forgotten about, getting lost in my tragic story.
"Were boys Cindy." He replied. I wanted to stab him with my fork. So not fair.
I ended up eating in silence till I felt something hit my leg. Samuel had kicked me, so I kicked him back a bit harder.
"Ouch," he whined and started to fake cry.
"Baby," I mumbled.
"What is it Samuel," mom asked concerned.
I gave him the evil eye. He was debating the truth, which could get us both in trouble. He was figuring out a way to get me in more trouble.
"Samuel answer your mother," dad told him sternly.
"Cindy kicked me." He blurted. Mom glanced at me, then looked at dad. How were they not aware of it, he did this every time? Darn pest.
"Cindy is that true," mom looked down at her plate to eat more. I guess spaghetti was more entertaining than us. I giggled at that.
"Cindy Mary Gray," dad used my whole name. "It's not funny!"
"He kicked me first." I told them. They both ignored me and turned back to the food, almost gone. They were deciding on who to ground.
"Get along you two or at least try." Dad said at last. Mom nodded in agreement.
"I did." I told them confidently. They both looked surprised. "I didn't kick him harder," I told them even prouder.
Mom looked at the table with a small grin. Dad sighed a lighter sigh. I may have just won this, after all it was mom who taught me to kick someone back harder as long as they did it first. Dad thought it was a great idea at the time. Guess they didn't think I would use it on my brother. Some parents they are, geez.
Samuel looked confused. It's good they honestly didn't teach him it. He started to go red and angry.
"No more kicking or even flinging forks, alrighty." Dad said, trying to keep a straight face. He looked at me, a smirk on his face.
"Good idea," I went to pick up my fork. Mom grabbed it before I could make it go anywhere though.
"Cindy Mary," mom scolded me.
"Dad gave me the idea," I defended. She gave him the death glare. We were all having a good time now. Samuel had understood the joke.
"Were boys, I mean family." Dad burst into laughter. We joined in after. This at least was my somewhat normal happy family.