Being the Little Sister

41 - Halloween

Right now, I wish my death glare could shoot laser.

Because then I could burn a hole through my door. Then I could go and shoot a laser through my brothers too.

After I had stormed up the stairs and slammed my door shut like a little kid I sat down on my bed to cool down a bit. I somehow manage to fall asleep on my bed. I'm not sure if it was from all my emotions or of all the walking and fixing I've done today, but either way, I fell asleep.

When I woke up again it was from the loud music coming from downstairs. My eyes fluttered open and my mouth felt dry. The party had started and as I looked down at my digital clock my eyes widened a bit. It was almost half past ten already.

I went into my bathroom and drank some water. Then I put on a black tank top and a pair of jeans. I was about to walk out, and guess what?

The door wouldn't bundle.

Banging and yelling didn't help either thanks to the loud music that was so loud I don't even know how I can hear my own thoughts right now. We would surely get noise complaints from our neighbors even though they would have seen it coming considering it happens every year.

So that left me to this point, glaring at my door from my bed.

To make things worse. I was hungry. None of my brothers answered on the phone even though I know at least Noah saw it because he hung up on me that fucker.

I could hear people talking from outside my window so I got off my bed and looked out. There were a group of college kids that were smoking together against our house and some random people walking around. There was a couple standing behind the big tree making out.

There was a guy with an orange solo cup in his hand with some type of alcohol that was just strolling around. My window groaned open and I stuck my head out.

"Yo, dude!" I screamed at him.

He was a few more people looked up.

"What?" He screamed back in a slur and the other ones looked away, minding their own business.

"Could you come up here for a second?"

A smirk made its way to his lips "Sure"

He walked up to right under my window and began climbing up the first-floor window. If this idiot thinks he's gonna be able to climb up to my window like that when he's out of his mind. Or he thinks he's Spiderman or something. Could be possible by the way he slurred when he talked.

"Use the front door," I told him.

"Oh okay," He said and tried to get down but ended up falling on his back. He stood and walked around the house.

I waited for about a good five minutes and I heard nothing. I should have asked someone sober to do it. But that would probably be rarer to find than a drunk person at this point.

"Hello! Girl?" I heard someone screaming faintly over the music and I recognized his voice as the dude from outside. I rushed to the door and banged on it twice.

"In here!"

"What are you doing in there? It says not to go in here" The dude screamed back now closer.

Of course, it does. Stupid brothers.

"I know so let me out"

"Oh. okay"

I heard some shuffling and then the door opened. The guy stood there again with a smirk but I rushed past him and down the stairs.

I stopped on the stairs and looked over the party that was in full swing.