I walked outside and saw the cans spread across the yard as my mom mowed. She was drinking to deal with the problems my step-father caused. He was a cool enough guy... But he couldn't control his temper and wasn't someone you wanted to cross.
In the lawn-chair on one side of the yard sat Divinity. She was looking through her pocket dictionary and circling various words with a pencil. I took an alternate route to pick up the cans before walking up behind her. She always sat backwards in the chair and didn't notice me until I was right behind her.
"What do you want?" she snapped. She hated it when I bugged her while she was working. I gestured not being able to talk. She didn't get it.
"What do you want?!" she growled, annoyed. I shrugged.
"WHAT DO YOU WA... oh ya. That's right," she sighed "You can't talk. Just... Get lost." I smirked and walked away, dropping the cans in the recycling as I walked by.
I was planning on making this very difficult for her... Just as bad as it was for me.
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Superficial Vs. Fearless
RandomConnery Script thinks he's fearless. His sister, Divinity Script, thinks he's superficial. He takes the difficult challenge of not talking for the rest of the day to show he IS fearless... Even if he's only ten.