The Last Night

6

"MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"
  Coyote was running down the stairs followed by a laughing Peyton.
Now why would a screaming boy be running from a laughing girl?
My mom came out of the kitchen panicky with her red apron on her chest with crumbs clinging onto it.
"What?!" Mom exclaimed.
"Peyton's being mean to me!" Coyote moaned, slamming his foot upon the floor.
"What is Peyton doing to you?" Mom asked.
"She keeps on tickling me!"
My mom shot a glare at Peyton.
"Peyton..." My mom scolded, her hands on her hips. "Do you want me to take away your Nabi for another week?"
Peyton drew a circle on floor with her foot. "No, m'am," she whispered.
"Good!" Mom said. "Now go set the table."
"OK," Peyton mumbled dragging herself away.
"Peyton!" A voice screamed. "YOU CAN'T KEEP OBEYING EVERYTHING EVERYONE SAYS! Do what you fucking want, and be who you wanna be!"
It was my brother. And yes, I have another brother. His name is Matt.
Matt is sixteen, drinks, drives, smokes, and does drugs. His face is ghostly pale and his hair has grown long from the times he refused to get his haircut.
Matt is a rebel.
Matt is a rebel.
I wish I knew who he was. But I don't. Because for three years, he did nothing but go to school (forcibly), fight with my parents, go out with friends, and stay in his bedroom watching TV.
I wish I had confidence that Matt would be a good person.
But I don't.
And some things don't change.
Some do.
I want Matt to go back to peppy boy he was before.
The boy who always laughed and said "hi" to everyone he met.
But he's not who I want him to be. I just have to accept the truth.
But that's off topic.
Peyton whipped around.
So did my mom.
And Coyote.
And me.
"Matt!" Mom screamed.
"Well, it's true!" Matt said standing up.
"Um, can you guys excuse us?" Mom said.
We all left.
Except for me.
I left and then hid behind a white pillar that held the ceiling up.
"Dammit! Why the hell did you say that?" Mom screamed.
Dammit? Mom never cursed!
  "'Cuz it's true!" Matt exclaimed. "And I'm trying to do my homework so shut the hell up!"
"Honey, you are being so immature! You aren't teaching her right lesson."
"Who cares? She's just a seven year old!"
"Matt! Peyton is much more than just a seven year old. She's a person just like you and me!"
"Well NO ONE wants to be like you!"
And Matt stomped up the stairs to his room.
I followed him.