After (caregiver) had calmed down, they had called over some friend to help burry Martin. You on the other hand, you ran up the stairs to your room. Your siblings (sister) and (brother), were home. Sharing a room was still no easy thing. Even so when their was a new thing in the room. "What's this (Name)?!" Your little brother held the box in his hands. The wooden box was now sticky as he rattled it. "Stop that!" You reaches for it, but the little twat held it away. "No tell me what it is!" He demanded. You didn't have time for this! Roughly grabbing his arm toy took the box. "I told you to not touch my stuff, this is what happens." You said as he whines. Hitting your arm as you held the jack-in-the-box. "IWANT IT! GIVE IT TO ME!" He screamed groaning in annoyance, you slipped on your shoes. Ignoring him as you carried the box out of the room. And out of the house. You were going to throw it away before the clown could cause more damage. Heading to the junk yard, you took a step back at the large lock wires gate. With a large chuck, the box was thrown over the fence landing in a pile of broken items. Smiling you made your way home. Knowing there was no way he could possibly know where to go from there. Oh how you were wrong. By morning light, (caregiver) handed you the wooden box. "(Name) I think this is for you, you always love the weird and strange things." They say before going to make breakfast.
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TeenReader X Laughing Jack
HumorWhile on your phone laying in bed, you heard the sound of pop goes the weasel playing from outside your bedroom window. Now I wonder what that sound is reader-chan...
