Evë's World :)

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I bet I'm still mentally crying in year eleven. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this piece of art work scars me for life. Never mind geography or history.
I've rang Nim and Amara but Nim won't answer because she's at gym and Amara started painting it but ended up painting her nails instead - She's gonna bring in a note from her 'Mum.'
I would do that too. Maybe I should? Arghhh! It's okay for them to fail art. They only took it to mess about in.
They're not really arty. Well, Nim's amazing at drama and Amara is really good at doing her makeup and organizing colour coordinated outfits for me and Nim when we have 'nothing to wear;' but when it comes to a canvas she acts clueless.
I know I want to do something arty one day, but I tell you, if it's going to be as hard as this, I'll work in Sainsbury's.
'Evë! Dinner! And shout Marco while your up there, please?' My Mum shouts up the stairs, breaking the despair filled with silence.

Yes, you heard right. My name may be 'Evie,' but even that's spelled wrong, and then there's my little brother - Marco. I know, hardly ordinary names, is it?
I sigh and jump off of my bed and go to get Marco.
I tap his door with my knuckles and say that dinners ready.
'Too bad.' Marco replies abruptly.
'What? Come on, its your favourite - spag bol!' Not like you to want to miss out on Mums spaghetti bologneise, is it?'
'Too busy.' Marco replies vaguely. 'Doing record breaking experiments involving dangerous chemicals.'
'WHAT?' I scream. Six year old boys and 'dangerous chemicals' definitely don't mix.' Let me in, Marco! Now!'
I hear the sound of a chair being moved away from the door.
My short, skinny, onesie wearing, six year old brother appears casually.
I pick him up, squirming, by the arm pits and stare at him dead in the eye. 'Where are the chemicals?' I breathe. I drop him and he wonders over and pulls a toy box out from behind his bed.
I glance down. Some Lego, a tictac, paint.
'Marco - where are the dangerous chemicals.' He groans at the stupidity of my non-six-year-old mind.
He reaches down and grabs a bottle of listerine.
'Mouth wash?' I say.
'Dangerous chemicals,' Marco corrects me. 'Mix it with paint from the cupboard. Try and dissolve a Lego with the mix. Don't tell Mummy.'
'And the tictacs?' I ask.
He rolls his eyes dramatically. 'In case I get hungry!' He exclaims.
I have to stifle a giggle so as not to upset him.
'Mmm. Errrrr... Yes.' He looks at me questionably and I have to put a hand over my mouth to stop myself giggling.
I change my mind - I will still be mentally laughing my head off at my silly little brothers levels of seriousness by year eleven, never mind crying.
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Sorry its so rubbish and really short. I'm going to try real hard with this one and really try and push myself. I love creative writing but I'm DEFINITELY not a fan of PEE paragraphs. I know right now I have like zero views but one day if I do get some readers then do assure me its not just my school who tortures us into POINT EVIDENCE EXPLAIN. 😂😂 xxxx ~ Ames.