Lust And Affection {In Love With My Cousin}

Chapter 4

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6'30

The sound of objects flying on the air disturbs me from my sleep. The unpleasant sound of it keep affecting my ears making me shuffle on my bed in total grim. But that didn't stop anything as it get worse. More noise; screams, shouts, loud thuds, keep intruding my sleep. I use the pillow to cover both ears hopefully to subside the noise, but it seem to even double.

Crash!

Cracks..

Clash!

Finally engrossed and tired of the unpleasing noise, I sit up from the bed same time rampaging  my messing hair from my face. I can't sleep because of these noise! I sure do look like a sleep freak.

Screams!!

What exactly is going on downstairs?

I hear a loud thud of things falling upon each other and then a screech noise as if metal is being drawn on the tiled floor, and then follow the cracks of plates and utensils, and that was enough to get me up on my heels in annoyance. What are these kids up?

Angrily, I wear my flipflop and begin to head for the door to yell at the kids, who of course were responsible for these noise.

Opening the door of my room, the noise increased a thousandth fond. And I could hear the kids running about, shouting and laughing crazily. What the hell is wrong with them? It just six in the morning!

Just as I was about taking a step forward, something like a jet toy flying from nowhere almost hit me in the head but good thing I realised on time, and so I ducked.

Woah, that was close.

Thud!

Scream

Argh! These kids, are something else!

Hurriedly, I climb downstairs and to the living room, only for me to freeze at my feet as I see the mess around me. This wasn't the same place I knew yesterday. The last time I checked, this place was stunning and neat. But right now, it was the complete opposite; different and DIRTY. Every single part of the room was a living hell of dirt; broken plates, cups and other utensils, even Mum and Dad picture frame was now on the floor. Cereals were scattered all over the place. The kitchen was in disaster, the couch was in mess. Paints was mixed on the wall, and the window, was now having a crack mark.

They didn't realise my presence at first but as soon as they did, they stopped their screaming and running like they've been paused. Jack with a paint gun in hand, fired the trigger at me and the next thing I knew, the yellow paint was mixed with my white sweater.

Oh my God, not my white! I wanted to exclaim but didn't. Instead I just stare between the sweater and Jack, with mouth slightly part.

He flushed, with his mouth open, "Oh." He said, as he realise he must have slipped his hands on the fire button. "Sorry." was all he said, and the next thing, he was already running out from the room along with the rest. You've got to be kidding me!

Now I've to clean up all this mess and my white too?

So much for being a big sister.

I bend to pick the cracked toy which I was standing on top of and didn't know when I start to pick the other object from the entire room.

Just minutes ago I was on my bed sound asleep, and now I'm doing this. Just how am I even suppose to pick every dirt and mop every single place in the room and clean the wall and windows too? And that, alone. Is this what I get being the eldest girl?
In some homes the younger ones get to do the cleaning while the senior rests, but in my case, it's the vice versa.