Ordinary

Levi's Haircut

My brother Levi is three. He is just like me so far, ordinary and boring. He has dark reddish brown hair and gray eyes. Is he anything like the amazing and loved Ashton Demetri Berry? No, not at all. At the dentist he bit the dentist with his two teeth. "Claira, look, I have markers!" he says I look over and Levi is coloring his hair in a range of colors. "Levi no," I scolded. I sigh as he completely ignored me. I had to grab the many markers from his hands. I looked glumly at the new Levi. At least I thought... It was hours later. After we ate dinner. After I cleaned marker out of Levi's hair. Nice and peaceful, I thought as I did my homework. Then as quiet as a mouse I heard Snip, snip. "That...is not good." I grumbled. "Oh my god, Levi! Why do you do this every single year?!" I screamed as I saw him snipping of his dark hair. Oh, and did I mention he does this yearly? Why? I dunno. Now that I've lived the life of a child with lots of siblings, that my friends. That is level one of craziness. My mom came into the room, sighed, and walked out. "Get the wig..." she called. So I am wig duty, it's my job to get Levi's wig, just his color, from the attic. Harder than you think... Oh it's just climb in the attic and boom, wig. Well random person reading this...NO!!! First, I must get into the attic without being noticed. If you're noticed, well let me just say you better have big attic. They will climb in it. Period. Then find the wig in the pile of stuff. So thankfully, I get up without being noticed. Then after four painful hours I find it and slap it on Levi's almost bald head. Mom came in and said, "Has the prophecy been fulfilled?" I answered with a, "YES!!!!"