Damn, They're crazy!

8 "And I know a certain person that is terrified of the sight of me and a gun."

"No way in hell! Death before dishonor!" and I start running faster.

"Give it back, Fate. Oh, kids these days." yelled Aamar, running after me, but not catching me. Hehe, loser.

"At least I can run, Grandpa!"

I swear, I feel like this is getting into a routine. Two stupid chipmunks trying to catch one another, speeding in circles every morning.

Oh, shut up and enjoy the view. I know you like it.

I jump over the couches, dodge the family members that are trying to stop us with no result and scamper away from the Donkey. No one is really moving other than us, knowing that if one of us bumps into them at these speed, they might catch a free flight to Africa or even further. They are just looking at us with big, amused eyes without even blinking, trying to capture every moment of the real life movie that's us. Again, not helping.

"You are never going to catch me alive! This is the last piece of chocolate in the house and it is MINE." I'm kind of feeling bad for him, I am always stealing his food. But, now that I think, no, not really. More for me less for him, that's completely fair, so I don't get what's his problem. 

Oh, yeah, there's chocolate were talking about. Now I get it.

Look at this, all happening because we didn't go grocery shopping yet! If we don't go tonight, I have a feeling tomorrow morning World War III will most likely start.

"Fatima Asra Muayyed Soheyb Walid Fadem, if you don't stop now-"started Aamar, but I cut him with an award winning smirk on my face. Yeah, I know, there are no awards for smirks, deal with it. There are for all those sickly lovey- dovey couple-y smiles, why cant there be one for smirks? Eh? You see, no reason not to be!  Not even the devil itself can recreate such astonishingly mischievous smirk, so I do think I won.

"Yeah, Yeah, I will regret it, blah, blah, cut the villain speech already, it gets boring." aaand... his mouth fell open and he stopped flapping around like a constipated bird, looking weirdly at me. I stop and look weirdly at him too. Oh, come on, it wasn't such an amazing comeback, Aamar. Get used to them!

Nice touch though, girl! Look at his face! Pure gold! Hahahah!

Yeah, I know, thanks!

"Close that mouth of yours, dear. We don't want you to catch a fly, now do we? Wait, you know what, don't close it, it would be funny to see you choke on one." I smiled creepily at him, but, unfortunately he closed it. Damn, he's no fun!

Awww, man, no choke to death today? What a shame!

I know, it would-

RUN! NOW!

I didn't look back as I dash down the stairs like my ass was on fire and went on the street. I quickly looked for any cars before crossing the street as fast as I could, trying to reach my aunt's house in one piece.

Now we get to the hard part. There are, like, an infinite number of broken stairs until their street that just want you to fall and crack your head open on them, not helping that I was obviously running. But, doing a quick think, if he catches me he kills me too. Plus maybe a bit of torture before. Yeah, better stairs than him catching me.

My aunt and uncle live there with their four kids, Leith and Haith- the big boys of that side of family, they are a bit older than me and they like to annoy the hell out of me like there is no tomorrow, Lana- the oldest there and finally, one of the people I love the most in the entire Jordan, Sulaf- that lovable girl with a kind heart, that is just as bat shit crazy as me and always has the same dangerous thoughts as a high class sociopath (ahem, Sherlock, ahem). I rush there, nearly flying when I get inside their house. Susu, as I call her, looks weirdly at me from the tv, rushing to lock the door behind me, preventing that dimwit from entering.