Dark And Stormy Night
It was a dark and stormy night…wait I think I’ve heard that one before. Okay how bout It was a cold night, there was a full moon in the sky and outside the sounds of rain and thunder could be heard even under the covers with a pillow over your head. Chris Halliwell would know this because he hated thunderstorms and even though he was twenty-two he still tried to muffle out the sound of the fearful storm with his pillow. After countless efforts to drown out the noise he finally decided to go stop this thing at the source. He walked from his room and down the hall to where his little sister’s room was. He pounded loudly on the door but he was too annoyed to wait for a responds and instead just orbed in. There he found his eighteen-year-old sister sitting at her desk working on what looked like calculus homework.
“Don’t you knock?” His sister said to him very annoyed by his rude interruption.
“I did, you didn’t answer.”
“You know you need to give a person more than two seconds, I mean I have to get up, walk to the door, open the door, it doesn’t just happen instantaneously. What do you want anyways?”
“The storm.” He said pointing to the window, “Would you knock it off?”
“You know sometimes weather just happens, it isn’t always because of me.”
“Well isn’t there something you can do about it?”
“No.” She said going back to her math homework, “That would go against the natural order of things and besides it’s personal gain.”
“Since when do you care about personal gain?”
“Since when are you afraid of thunder storms?” She asked mockingly. She may not have started the storm but she was getting ready to use one of the lightening bolts to strike her brother with.
“Who said I’m scared? Its just really load and its making it impossible to sleep.” He lied
“You do realize its only 5pm, why are you trying to go to sleep so early?” She knew she had him now.
“Fine Melinda, be that way.” He huffed as he stormed out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Don’t you knock?” His sister said to him very annoyed by his rude interruption.
“I did, you didn’t answer.”
“You know you need to give a person more than two seconds, I mean I have to get up, walk to the door, open the door, it doesn’t just happen instantaneously. What do you want anyways?”
“The storm.” He said pointing to the window, “Would you knock it off?”
“You know sometimes weather just happens, it isn’t always because of me.”
“Well isn’t there something you can do about it?”
“No.” She said going back to her math homework, “That would go against the natural order of things and besides it’s personal gain.”
“Since when do you care about personal gain?”
“Since when are you afraid of thunder storms?” She asked mockingly. She may not have started the storm but she was getting ready to use one of the lightening bolts to strike her brother with.
“Who said I’m scared? Its just really load and its making it impossible to sleep.” He lied
“You do realize its only 5pm, why are you trying to go to sleep so early?” She knew she had him now.
“Fine Melinda, be that way.” He huffed as he stormed out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen.