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Grandma's coming today. She somehow caught word that Rosie was arrested and insisted she come. I had told mom about Rosie's run in with the police. Mom screamed for the nurses and told them she was leaving. I've been suspended from mom's room and visitor list. Rosie sits on the couch, blowing up zombies on the tv. She violently hits her index finger on the "L" button at the front of the controller. Dad is in his room doing God knows what.
"Don't you dare come towards me you ugly thing!" Rosie screams at the tv. She throws her arms to the left and let her body follow the movement. I pick up her glass that sits on the table. She moves around, trying to see around me.
"Move!" She yells at me. I roll my eyes and walk away. I fill up her glass with water and walk back over. I hold the glass above her head and count to three.
"1.2..3..." I say. Rosie growls and hits the "A" button, its blue light shining on her thumb.
"We get it, you can count at a 1st grade level. Now shut up Man." She says. I tip the glass and let the water fall on top of her head. She screams as soon as it touches her. It splashes onto her controller, the couch, the carpet, and the floor below it.
"What was that for?" She yells standing up. She looks down at her controller and throws it to the floor. The back of it opens and the batteries roll about. Rosie's makeup is running down her cheeks making it look like she cries black.
"You have to get up and help me!" I yell at her. I motion to our messy house that got messier because Rosie threw her controller on the floor.
"I do not!" She yells. She goes to pick up her controller. I smirk at her because she's picking up her mess. She then decides against it possibly realising that she's doing what I asked for her to do.
"It's your fault that Grandma is coming here." I say. I walk over to the dish washer and load it, making sure to put Rosies glass in it.
"Get off my back!" She yells at me.
"ENOUGH!" Roars through the house. We both turn and see dad with a terrifying angry face. Dad has never gotten mad at us.
"You two need to stop! I don't understand why you two always go after each other. Both of you need to stop. I'm tired of it. Either stop talking to each other or stop fighting!" He yells before slouching over. He's breathing heavily and sweat rolls down his head.
"Enough." He whispers before ascending back up the stairs. I turn to look at Rosie. She's already glaring at me. She walks past me, bumping my shoulder with hers as she goes. I close my eyes and try to imagine just one normal day in this house. My mind comes up with images of a cartoon I watched this morning, Callum and I's trip, the stupid car wash tomorrow. Nothing normal for this family exists in my mind. So where does it exist if it even does?
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Hello. Bye.
-Cora <3
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