" If I could begin to be half of what you think of me I can do about anything I can even learn how to love ..."
"STOP SINGING ANGELICA!"
"MAKE ME RICARDO!"
"OH I WILL!"
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
What a great start to a rainy boring day. Ricardo, my stupid older brother is in the front yard playing soccer in the rain. Ricardo is like a demented sprit that came directly from The devil himself. Just because I start singing he comes inside and takes me outside in the freezing rain. LIKE WHO DOES THAT??
"Ooow okay stop Ricardo!"
He has me locked under his arms.
" Not until you stop singing that dumb song!"
"NEVER!"
He tightens the gap between us.
"RICARDO YOU DEMENTED SPIRIT FROM TARTARUS LET GO OF ME. NOW!!"
"uh, no."
He tightens a little more. Now it really hurts. I can fell my shoulders going num. I struggle to move but it's impossible with a 16 year old teenage hands clasped around you.
"LET GO OF HER"
A voice booms out of nowhere. The rain calmed down but there is a lot of wind and the trees are moving rapidly.
It has gotten colder. The sky is gray.
"LET GO OF HER. NOW!!"
" Who said that?"
"There is no need for such question just listen to these instructions and you shall be fine."
"Angelica is this some one of your little friends tricks?"
"NO NO I SWEAR!"
I look into his cold eyes.
He is scared.
And so am I.
