"I had another nightmare last night," my eight-year old brother announced at the breakfast table.
I rolled my eyes. Of course the little freak's been having nightmares. It's because he's been lately raving on about vampires.
My mother sighs. "Another one? Maybe we should get you to a sleep doctor. He'll explain why you're having these dreams, Tony," she said, closing her eyes tiredly.
I don't blame her. A humongus thunderstorm blew in last night, making it hard to sleep for everyone. Tony climbed into my parent's bed.
Tony shook his head. "No. This one was different. There was this golden amulet, and-"
I cut him off. "I don't want to hear about your cracked-up dreams, Tony," I remarked, spooning another bite of cereal into my mouth.
My mother shot me a long look. "Elizabeth, don't use the word 'cracked-up'," she said as politely as she could manage.
I shrugged, then went back to eating my breakfast.
Tony didn't notice my choice of words. He just kept rambling on about his weirdo dreams.
I scowled, shoving my chair back as I stood up, putting my dish into the dishwasher. "I'm going upstairs. No one bother me," I declared, heading for the stairs.
"Elizabeth, dear? Could you start to unpack some of your things? You've been laying around the house ever since we arrived in Scotland," my mother asked.
I stifled a groan, and nodded.
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The next morning, I sat in the green LandRover, listening to my iPod. No way was I going to survive on bagpipes here.
And of course, Tony was talking about ANOTHER nightmare he had. Geez, that kid needed help.
My mother nudged me gently. "What?" I asked, a little irritated.
"I was asking if you would babysit Tony tonight while your father and I go out to a meeting," she replied, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Do I get paid?"
"If you would like."
"I'll take the job."
She pulled over to the school's long walkway, and stopped the car. "Go on Tony. Follow your sister," she said.
I moaned and slammed the car door shut, strutting up towards the school as quickly as I could so Tony couldn't catch up.
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Gregory's Angel
RomanceI wrote this when I was 15 years old so if you think that the main character is really mean to her brother, Tony, it's because in reality I was a bitch to my real brother now that I'm rereading through my stories at 24 years old, I realize how horri...
