The Special

Chapter 1

"Mom! We got a letter!" I called into the depths if the house, looking down at it.

It was addressed to the entire family, and was written in blue ink. The hand writing was unfamiliar.

But I knew who it was from.

"Honey? You said something about a letter? Who's it to?" My mom called back down the stairs.

"The entire family." I say back hoping she gets the clue.

But of course she doesn't.

"Oh. Does it say who it is from?" She says back, sounding distracted.

"The government." I call back again, rolling my eyes.

"Did she say something about a government letter?" My younger brother, Peter, whispers not so secretly at the top of the stairs.

I hear my older brother, Tate, mumbles something back to Peter.

Peter suddenly runs down the stairs and jumps around yelling, and trying to get the letter which is conveniently out of his grasp.

I have my back to the stairs, trying to fend off my brother, so I don't notice Tate strolling down the stairs and feel him pluck the letter from my hand.

This is one of those times I really wish that I was an only child or just had a younger sister instead.

I snap around and lurch trying to get the letter back. All the while Peter is yelling and I am also yelling enraged, as I try to get the letter. Tate is a full head taller than me, and is also in high school while I'm just in 8th grade.

My mom, who looks very tired, comes down the stairs and stops us.

"Give me that." She says in a stern tone, as she gestures to Tate.

He gives it over but is grumbling under his breath.

" Ok. It's a letter from the government telling us to get our names in for the Special!" She says excitedly once she finally gets the letter open.

All grudges lost, we look at each other in excitement.

"Can we go and put them in today?" I ask excitedly.

"Hmm, I don't see why not? Now, go get your shoes on, and your jacket! It's cold out there!" My mom says with a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

I run up the stairs, two at a time, and sprint into my room and stop for a breath. After a minute, I go into my closet and try to find my nice jean jacket.

"Where is it?" I ask as I rummage through my closet yet again.

"Mom? Do you know where my jean jacket is? I'd like to wear it!" I call down the stairs.

I hear someone sniggering.

I walk toward the sound and find my brother. I raise my eyebrow, while I listen for my mom'a response.

"I don't know honey, I saw it there earlier...."

Just then I notice that my brother,Peter, is holding something behind his back.

"Peter! Give me my jacket!" I shout as I lunge to get it back. But knowing my little brother, he runs away,giggling.