Revenge of the Wallflower

Chapter 1: In Which a Fairy Statue is Broken

(A/N: the image is what the statue looked like.)

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*Crash!*
I looked up after hearing the loud noise. Crap. My parents weren't home, my brother could have been tearing down the fricking house since I wasn't watching him.
You gotta admit- this nine year old was a BEAST when no one else was in the room. And that was an understatement.

"AAAAAH," Isaac yelled. I dropped my book and came running.

"WHAT THE FLYING F- .... FEET IS GOING ON HE- oh...My...Godyoudidnt." I stopped at the door of the living room to see my brother Isaac sitting on the floor, along with five broken plates, a baseball bat near him, and a broken porcelain fairy statue, part of it completely pulverized, seemingly from the impact it had when falling from the blue display table onto the pink linoleum floor. Yes, pink linoleum... Hot pink, in fact. Mom had terrible style. She decided to go off on a tangent about three years back, saying that hot pink linoleum would make the room very modern... And later that year she and my father decided to replace the white, elegant furniture with electric blue, boxy furniture that clashed with the hot pink floor. The two of them put what they thought was effort, but the result was so ugly, loud and just plain wrong. It represented all too well the last stages of their crumbling marriage.

"Mom's gonna kill me" he mumbled, staring blankly at the poor little fairy statue.

"Heck yeah she is. " I nearly shouted, "that statue costed a hundred bucks, what were you THINKING."

"I was alone...", He whined, "You went to your room to read... Without me..."

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN JUST TAKE A BASEBALL BAT AND DEMOLISH PROPERTY!" I screeched, storming out of the room, getting a black plastic trash bag, a small broom & a dustpan, and speedwalking back to the living room. I grimaced at Isaac, who was now looking at me. He had tears in his eyes and his lips trembled. I briskly cleaned up the plates and the small fairy statue, trying as hard as I could not to scream in anger. The plates were... fine, at the time I couldn't care less about the fact that he had broken them, it was the fairy statue that was the icing on Isaac's tantrum cake. Our mother had an obsession with these small porcelain fairy statues as big as teacups. They were expensive, and they were the only things my mother cleaned in the house these days. Sometimes I wondered if she loved them more than us. I was slightly relieved that my brother had only broken the cheapest one.

"Bat. " I said, holding out my hand expectantly. Isaac promptly placed it in my hand, still staring at some dust where the wreckage had been, in front of him. A look of remorse was clouding his vision. I sighed, those big hazel eyes of his had too much power over me.

"Look, Isaac, you can't destroy things just because you're by yourself. If you want company, ask us, or come over to where we are. I thought we were over this."

"I- I know I just d-dont... Don't..." He started to cry.

"Isaac. " I sat down on the floor in front of him and got to his eye level." Your actions have consequences, there's no use crying about it." I said, my voice softening. He kept crying.

"Isaac, honey. Gosh do you really have to pull the waterworks on me??" I asked, putting my hands on either side of his face, which had gotten flushed from crying, and wiping his tears away with my thumbs. I hugged him close to me.

"Isaac, I know you... Don't like being by yourself, but smashing things is only gonna get me in trouble." I murmured. Realization dawned on his face and he pulled away, wide eyed.