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Dorothy >:(

I wake up with a start and get a slipper thrown in my face and I'm really cold. I feel sleep deprived and it's someone else's fault. I look around the room and find the culprit, Tee AKA Dorothy. I glare at her. How dare my own sister do this, my own blood! I feel betrayed. There's hell to pay.

"You should have never done that." I attempt to say as menacing as I can, it works because I can hear her gulp.

"Heh heh," she laughs nervously and then instantly becomes more cocky, "You can't touch me, you'll get in trouble!" She sprints out of the room, to hide behind mom, no doubt and leaves my groggy, sleepy self to fully wake up. That dream was weird though, very vivid. And detailed. And even more surprisingly, I remember all of the details. I roll off my bed. And fall a few feet.

"OOF!" I can hear myself loudly wheezing, I can't breathe. I forgot that me and my sister switched beds a couple days ago, I'm now top bunk. Stupid. This is all her fault, she woke me up and now I'm sleepy and can't think. She made me fall. And now I need to remember how to breathe again.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Yep, lungs are working again. And I pull myself up, feeling more murder-y and evil when I see her stuff in my view. Payback time.

Her phone, makeup, speaker, books and anything else she prizes are now hidden. In my closet. Too bad there's no little door and a room that no one knows about to hide her things in. Satisfied, I finish my morning routine, nothing like revenge to get you up and running.

"MARY!!! WHERE'S MY PHONE!!" Tee screeches. That didn't even last 5 minutes. That's gotta say something, right? Continuing to ignore her, I wash the dishes while my brownies bake. The oven beeps and I take them out to cool. I'll make a fudge to go on top later. Good thing I can bake, otherwise I have nothing to do to suck up to mom, teachers and basically any adult. This is how I don't get in trouble, be a goody two shoes.

I calmly walk over to our room, taking my time and say sweetly (which will bug her) that I don't know.

"Maybe you should check your bag." I suggest. Tee stares me down and points to the closet. She found her stuff.

"You don't know?" She hisses, what fun. My sister, the cat.

"Yes, I don't know, maybe you put them in the closet without realizing it?" I continue with my act. Then mom strolls in with the mom face, guess Tee was too loud.

"Dorothy! Why are you screaming at your sister!?" Uh oh, she used Tee's actual name, not nickname, that girl is in tRoUbLe.

"She stole my stuff and shoved them into the closet!" She makes gestures to me. Mom looks at the things in the closet and then to me. Normally it's the youngest that's the favorite and yeah, whoever said that knew the truth and guess what? The youngest, it's me. But Mom is reasonable, so she starts asking questions like she's interrogating criminals.

"Where were you this morning, Mary?"

"In the kitchen, making--," I gasp at the right time, doing an act but Tee sees right through me, "My Brownies! I was making brownies, I need to take them out!" And with that I ended the argument, didn't get in trouble and dash to the kitchen to eat the brownies that were already done and cooling. Now this is why I love life. Man, I love baking! Food is awesome.

It's now just between evening and afternoon, like 4-ish and the sky outside is already chill and peaceful. I think I'll sit in the garden, pick some flowers for the house. I can see the whole house from here, the small two story house. It's little but nice. I love this tree, so big that the view is amazing. The sky is now a pale pink and orange with clouds sprinkle here and there. I start to climb down but something on one of the branches stops me, a little engraving in the tree I never noticed before.

Sara.

Suddenly I feel as if someone is watching me. I look over my shoulder and see no one. I try to shake off the feeling and continue to climb down. With a little jump, I land on the ground. The flowers are blooming really well, I still feel unsettled, how could I have never noticed that? We've lived here since forever. Well, technically only 10 years, my mom and sister moved just before I was born. Thinking about it, when it was Tanya's 10th birthday, Dorothy changed a lot. Like, a lot. Would stare at her phone for hours and blare depressing songs all over the house. She doesn't talk very much, today was a good day for her. After Tanya died things went downhill for Tee.

Tanya was our sister.

Anyone else love brownies? How about chocolate (who doesn't?)? One time I ate an entire tub of chocolate icing, that was a good day  

Anyway, how y'all doing? Anyone have a fun quarantine birthday? I had a fun eatingicecreamalldayinpjs-one. Thats the best kind!

See ya later Alligators :)