Flame Girl

PIZZA

“Jammy jam!”

Once again I woke up feeling like shit. It was my sister maybe if I pretend to be in a deep sleep she will leave me alone.

“JAMM I KNOW YOUR AWAKE!!”

Wow she’s smart for a 5 year old I would have left.

“What jess what do you want?”

“I’m hungry feed me”

I got up “what do you want?”

“Pizza”

“Fine ill order some okay?”

“Okay, Jamie what’s that book in your bed?”

What book? I don’t remember reading before I was hearing things and blacked out. Don’t get me wrong I love reading but I just don’t remember reading. I looked on my bed and saw an old, big looking book and I picked up. I have never seen this book in my life.

“Jess is this jay or Tyler’s book?”

“I don’t know”

I’m hoping it was because I’m already hearing things and blacking out I don’t need anything else out that’s weird.

“JAM ORDER THE PIZZA!!”

“Fine drama queen” I stuck my tongue out at her

I set down the book and grabbed my phone to call pizza Joes. I went in the kitchen because my sister was staring me down making sure I was getting her pizza.

“Yeah I would like a large plain pizza”

“Okay, thanks bye”

When I got off the phone I heard a scream. I ran to my room and saw my little sister crying, I picked her up and asked her what happened.

“I touched the book and it burned me” she cried

“What do you mean the book burned you?”

“The book is hot dom dom” she cried more.

I ignored that she called me a dom dom and just held her until she stopped crying. I set her down and she acted like none of it happened and went to go play with her dolls. She scares me when she plays with her dolls because her dolls look like there zombies and most of them have their hair cut.

I sat on my bed and grabbed the supposedly burned my sister. It doesn’t hurt me, maybe my sister just got a paper cut and just wanted to be a drama queen about it.

I heard the doorbell.

“PIZZA” Jessica screamed.

I laughed and set the book aside and went to answer the door. Well I knew it was the pizza man but I still thought it was amazing my sister was sure it was him. I gave him the money

“Thanks” I said

Then he left. Normally when I order pizza with my best friend she would make me check him out because I don’t know Dee is just crazy over pizza men. Once she assured me one of them was her future husband so she made me keep ordering pizza that day to get his number. Yes an insane person needs an insane friend to be social, I spent over $50 worth of pizza until Dee’s future husband to show up at my door. Things I do for my friends.

My sister snatched the pizza and ran to the kitchen, I love my sister but those little things she does like that make me mad. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the pizza and lifted it high.

“HEY!!! GIMMIE THE PIZZA!!”

“What do you say?”

“FINE THANK YOU NOW CAN I HAVE SOME?”

I got out a plate and gave her pizza, and she devoured it.  Damn poor pizza. I didn’t want to eat because I still didn’t feel good and I usually must be in a lot of pain for me to say no to food especially pizza.

I went in my room and picked up the weird book again.

“Hmm... if you’re not my brothers where did you come from?”

I heard the garage door open, it must be my crazy step mom Anne. I love my step mom because she’s hilariously crazy, she says the weirdest things. I went and opened the door and she gave me a big hug. I’m still getting use to her random acts of hugs, I grew up with my dad so I didn’t get random acts of love until my step mom. I didn’t mind but still getting use to it.

“Hey Anne”

“Hey Jamie, I’m exhausted I’m taking a nap”

My step mom is a mom that works a lot and always has to come home to 4 kids so me as the oldest I take care of them some time so Anne can a rest. I don’t mind either sometimes because were like a team, when she gets home she naps then wakes up and we do family things after that.

She went upstairs hugged jess and took a nap and jess went to cuddle with her. I looked at them and smiled. At least someone gets to grow up with that type relationship with their mom. I don’t like thinking about my mom because every time I do it makes me mad and I have a mental break down.

Great now I thought about of her so I went in my room and closed my door because all hell was about to be released in my head. I put my hands on the dresser and looked down and the rage started all the things she did to me and won’t admit it.

I screamed and closed my eyes and stared to cry. I started grabbing my dresser well I tried to and I stated hearing wood crack. I didn’t realize what I was doing so became terrified. I opened my eyes and my hands were on fire but it didn’t hurt. I looked down and I made to big holes in my dresser.

I was too confused to show emotion that my hands are fire I just stared at them.

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