Consequences

The Beginning

"Why are you always such a drama queen?"

"Because you're always stealing my food!"

"No, I don't! I see food on the bench and I eat it. I don't steal it!"

"I make the food!  You steal my food! You eat MY FOOD!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't leave it on the bench where people can eat it"

"No one should be eating the food that's plated on the bench, that's obviously someone's food that they've made to have."

"Well you should make food for everyone, not just for yourself. Honestly, you're so selfish. Seriously, when will you realise it's not just about you Sarah?"

"Are you kidding me? I'M selfish? ME?"

"Yes, you're very selfish."

"Says the guy who eats the food someone else prepared and was going to eat themselves. Says the guy who thinks the whole world revolves around him. I don't have to make food for everyone. If you're that hungry get up off your lazy ass and make it yourself."

"WOAH...."

"What is going on?"

This is what I've walked into after my shift. My 10 hour shift. Picking up after rude customers all day and night.

It is currently 11pm at night and I walk into the house to find my brother and sister fighting over food. Just what I want to hear, as if I don't hear enough about food at work, I get to come home and hear about it more from my siblings.

Yay!

Note the sarcasm.

"She's getting all defensive over nothing! That's what's going on." Sam said.

"Over nothing! You ate my food!" Sarah replied angrily.

"You left it on the bench alone! You weren't in the kitchen and I thought it was fair game!" Sam shouted as if it was obvious.

"Alright! Enough fighting. You shouldn't be eating your sisters food. She made it for herself so she should have been able to eat it. I have to agree with Sarah, if you were that hungry, you should have made your own food." I interrupted them.

God, is this really even a conversation right now? This shouldn't have even been a problem.

"Ha, see even Olivia agrees with me." Sarah stated happily.

"And you! You should have asked if he wanted something. You guys are siblings, you should be looking out for each other. God, this shouldn't have turned into a fight to begin with." I said pointedly.

"Can't we all just get along? We live in a house with each other, we have to share things, we have to do things that we don't want to do. It's not always going to be perfect, but can't we at least get along." I asked glancing between the both of them.

Sighing heavily I put my handbag on the bench and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

My name is Olivia Wenton and I'm 18 years old. I have dark brown hair, stand 5'4 and am average in build. I live in this town called Mountain Lake, and I have a brother and sister who are twins and 14 years old. Most of the time they are easy to take care of, and get along 90% of the time. Other times? They're trying to kill each other and that's where I have to step in.

You would think that my parents would be better suited for this role, and I would strongly agree, but they're never here. They're normally away on business trips, stopping in once and a while to make sure we haven't burnt the place down, died or been sent to prison. Other than that? It's just me. I'm the responsible adult.