Scissor

My Suspicions

        My alarm clock buzzed rapidly, and I slapped my hand against the top of it. Everything went quiet. Good, I thought. That thing is annoying! I pulled off my sheets and tucked my feet into some old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle slippers. My brother, Derik, let me have them since they didnt fit him anymore.

        I pulled on my green robe, also a hand-me-down from Derik, which, had TMNT on it. He was obsessed for years, and still had some figurines in his closet. He was almost a senior in highschool now, so I think he should start growing out of his obsession. I didnt care about all the stuff he gave me, it shows he likes me more than my little brother, Austin. He could've gave Austin everything, but gave it all to me instead.

        I trudged downstairs, my eyes still half closed, so I was tripping on every step. I finally fell flat on my face, and about ten seconds later fell asleep wit my head on one step, my body laying at an angle on the steps. Then I felt stomping on my back and woke up. I looked back at Erik, my youngest brother. I was the  only girl in my family. Erik had crawled on me and was yeling "Go, Horsey GO!" so many times that I arched into a fast downward dog and flung him off my back. He landed on the hard, wooden floor and started to cry. My mother rushed to him, picking him up and hugging him. She silently scolded me, and pointed to the crawlspace under the stairs. 

      I trudged around and under the stairs, into the crawlspace. there were pillows and blankets in there, but nobody knew bout "Jaspers Stash". In the corner of the crawlspace, where it gets real narrow, there was a hole. If you looked down into it, it looked endless. But I made it look that way. I can slide in and come to a small underground room, with a storage of my stuff. Food, candy, board games, and tons of other stuff were in this small room. The day I moved in here, I had found it.

        The walls were a pretty shade of purple, and  I had aold sofa chair in there. an old TV was also here, with over 1,000 channels. I loved it all. I took my moms old portable stove she used for camping trips and heated up a hot dog. I switched on the TV and chewed my hot dog, surfing the channels. I decided to watch Underneath Above, My favorite TV show. I remember Jason, my favorite character, kissing Elissa, my least favorite character and then I crashed out on the couch.

I dont think anyone likes me much anymore. But thats just my suspicion.