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Chapter 5

  Dedicated to Pixee_Styx
She's awesome! If horror is your thing, you should check out her work.

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    I hear Miley  Cyrus' The climb long before I drive into my garage. Miss loud is obviously home. This can only be described as sweet sorrow, nothing else could fit better. Sighing, I remove new earbuds from the pack in the man purse (as the terror waiting inside had named it) fixing them perfectly in my ears, I kill the engine. Sitting in the car for a few seconds to enjoy the fading cool air from the air conditioner and killing the seconds before I get to enter the lion's den - my own house. I take a deep breath willing myself to step out of the car into the scorching heat and walk into the house. I walk into the front door which she has left open as usual.

         Sitting Indian style in yoga pants and a vest yelling and moving with the controller is my almost eighteen, almost high school graduate sister Daniella Michaels. Seventeen year old Ella is my weirdo sister. Captain of the football team in school, strong addict of video games, mother of all things tank tops and sweatpants, strong hater of make up, karate - black belt, taekwondo -black belt, took boxing lessons since she was ten. Poor girl terrified the life out of most boys her age. At first it was awesome for me, but since she turned sixteen, I have tried and failed over and over to make a girl, a Lady out of my boyish sister. Poor aunt Jessy always cried about how her poor sister would be turning in her grave since her daughter would never get a guy to ask her out.

       Of all her antics, the most unbearable for me is having to deal with the fact that Ella must play her music loud. Painfully loud. I have suffered a particularly humiliating situation where we got a call in the office. Grumpy old Ms Elizabeth had called to report that the noise from my house had almost given her a heart attack. I had rushed home to find the paramedics taking poor Ms Elizabeth who had really had a heart attack when she ,very unwisely I must say, had gone to confront Ella about the noise since the cops were taking too long. Ella had opened the door holding a huge hammer . Ms Elizabeth screamed. Ella screamed confused. The sight was just too much for poor old Ms Elizabeth's weak heart. She fainted. Later that day, Ella explained the harmer after the buzz of the whole heart attack had worn off, the 'harmer' was actually a fake malet she had ordered online for Halloween that Friday. Part of her custom for playing Thor. Ms Elizabeth has never visited our house since that awful incident. She still tells anyone willing to listen of the tales of the strange Daniela Michaels who tried to kill her. Twice.
      
        "Ella, I love you,but sometimes I want to kill you. Turn that thing off!"

       "Hey! Davie. You're back! Gimme a second. Gatto kill this bastard off! " she replies eyes glued to the screen.Exasperated, I turn the music player off.

      "Hey that was cold! You killed off my inspiration!" I take the earbuds out. Dropping into the couch.
     
       "Look now, He killed me!" Giving me the devil eye. I ignore her.

     " He was gonna kill you anyway, that kick to the head cost you three points. You were left with two. He had seven" she sighs. Finally turning away from the screen.

     " Killjoy! How was work today? " I sink deeper into the couch. " That bad? Whoa! Was there a homicide? "

    "No, News would've been everywhere by now. It's the new boss. "
  
  " The woman? Did she give you hell for calling her girl? I told you not to. Whoaaa did you hit on her?? She's your boss! Don't dare tell me she's hot. I'll puke" Ella rattles on .