Michelle was a name that brought a smile to Shawn Hunter's face. Why? Because that was his baby sister. Not wanting his sister to grow up and turn out the way he has, he tries his hardest to take care of the baby. His parents couldn't care less abou...
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MICHELLE LAY IN HER CRIB, facing the ceiling as Shawn did homework.
Most of his answers were wrong, and he had no clue what he was doing, so he asked his sister for answers.
"Michelle what's 9 x 8?" He asked running his hands through his hair.
Michelle babbled something and Shawn nodded.
"Yeah, 56 sounds right." He said, writing the last answer down.
Shoving his books sloppily into his bag, and stood up from his chair stretching, and turned to his sister.
"Alright, Michelle," He said. "What should we do?"
Michelle looked at her brother, as if to say 'I don't know'.
"What about....peek-a-boo?"
Shawn set her down on his bed, and began playing the game with her. Shawn covered his eyes, and uncovered them, but Michelle was not amused.
"Okay, perk-a-boo is a no." Shawn mumbled.
He thought about it, before smiling.
"I have an idea, but I've got to drop you off at the Matthews first." Shawn said.
Shawn scooped up his sister, and headed off towards the Matthews. Upon reaching the house, he came through the back door, and clambered upstairs where Cory and Eric where.
"Hey," Shawn said, scaring the brothers. "Can you guys watch her real quick? I've got to run to Ellis's house to grab something. I won't be to long."
The boys shrugged, mumbling a sure. Shawn smiled, setting Michelle on Cory's bed, before walking out. Eric sat up, looking at the baby.
"What do we do with it?" He asked.
"It's a She, Eric." Cory rolled his eyes. "Maybe we could play a game?"
"What about peek-a-boo?" Eric asked.
Eric began trying to play the game with Michelle, but she was still unamused.
"Alright, I guess perk-a-boo is not your game." Eric mumbled.
"What about baseball?"
"Cory she can't even walk yet."
"How about—" Cory cut himself off when an awful stench hit him.
"Ew, what is that smell?" He asked.
Eric shrugged, lifting both his arms up to check just in case. "It's not me."
Cory rolled his eyes, and noticed that it was coming from his bed.
"You don't think...."
Eric and Cory both looked down at Michelle as she clapped. The brothers looked up at each other, each having their own look of horror.
