Well, Cheers to Reality

1 - Yippy, Kay, Yey

                                                        Yippy, Kay, Yey             

click..clang.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the sweet sound of victory. But in this case of reality, is the sound of my fingernail hitting the window. (eeew) Well excuse me for being bored and dwelling on the part of how this is the last productive thing I'm going to be doing before the truck arrives. 

But alex, you didn't mention a truck?

Yes, exactly. Which brings me to that part of my ongoing and 'exciting' teen-aged life.

Let's rewind shall we? 

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"ALEXIA JADE DIVINE, GET DOWN HERE. AND GRAB YOUR BROTHER,PLEASE?"

Ahh, the words of magic. Please, She says. 

Kudos to me though, 'cause I have just won a battle against the eye rolling gods.

I mean, I love my mom, I really do. But.. sometimes, she gets all 'overdramatical' while I'm more of an 'underdramatical' type of person. - If those classify as actual words. 

"COMING MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM", I say with just the right amount of daughterly enthusiasm.

I grab my phone (Yeehaw, Blackberrys) and make my way down the stairs, silently praying this isn't one of my parents' plans. - Which they almost always have, for your information. 

There was this one plan to go to Disney Land, when I was 6. And 7 years later? Still no Disneyland.

Then there was the whole parental phase of, "Let's go to Paris, kids!" and did we go?

Hah, we wished. ..and wished, and wished.

So far? No progress. 

Oops, forgot Ede. I make a pit-stop at the end of the hallway and clench my figners, positioning a knock.

Taking note that his door was opened, more than a couple of inches, it was quite obvious that he was scared out of his soul. - Considering he watched The Grudge yesterday night, despite my countless warnings, and more like yelped through the whole movie.

Anyway, it was either make use of the moment or just go on with knocking.

I went for the former.

Slowly, with each step, I make my way to the open crevice, into his domain of lost testosterone and steady myself onto my knees, ready to forge that of the grudge noise.

In a matter of 5 seconds, I go for the first round.

My brother whips around faster than Jackie Chan with chopsticks and a fly, I'm surprised I didn't encounter whiplash. 

His actions got my mouth rumbling, trying to fend off the need to disrupt whatever silence my laughter was able to respect.

"Al?" He says,caught in paranoia. 

Before I was about to re-signal the 'grudge's' presence, Mom's voice booms through the papered walls.

"ALEX! EDEN! GET DOWN HERE." She scolds.

"COMIIIINGGG", Ede replies, but doesn't make a move to leave his spot. 

Since the croak came out during Mom's scolding, he's probably totally hooked.