The things we do for hate

Siblings and Shenanigans

“Take this!” CRACK! “And that!” CRACK! “Die you bastard!!!!” The forty-five year old tree fell down an ear-splitting thud. I stood there above the decapitated foliage, fists raised and beads of perspiration running down my brow. Breathing hard, I walked over to the garden bench near the river where my sisters sat.

Okay, ‘sat’ is an understatement unless your definition of sat is to musically float in the air and on the water.

If it is, you all are weird.

The sweet sounds of a flute and chimes of a harp rang out through the miniature forest. I knelt to the ground, closing my eyes, trying to sense the vibrations.

North…

I changed my direction by about 3 degrees and kept on strolling as if I didn’t have a care in the world. After about two minutes I came to an enclosed garden, a large golden gate keeping me from inside. I got out easily enough, getting back in should be no problem.

I guess Derek really should fire or give raises to those two men that were supposed to keep us from “getting loose”. They lay on the floor next to the gate, unconscious. Either way, it wasn’t any concern of mine.

Grasping the golden doorknob, I opened the gat and lo behold! I came up to a beautiful- to me not many things can be called beautiful. Probably a shiny saber or armor could come close, but this thing was beyond it. So I’ll call it gorgeous- GORGEOUS garden, probably the largest and most striking in the entire country. Roses everywhere, lilies, sunflowers, dandelions, asters, cherry trees and some that I didn’t know the names of or just didn’t want to name all seemed to exist in this place.

The most amazing thing of all was the large hill that was situated in the middle of the garden. Water flowed out of the moss-covered rock, and into the sparkling lake below it.

In my awe, serene music accompanied the tranquil ambiance of the yard, snapping me out of my thoughts.

There are only three things in this world that could snap me out of a seductive spell like the one the garden was casting: my sisters’ instruments, food and a good slap in my face.

Over on the other side of the lake, sitting on a rock located in the lake itself,was a girl of 9 years of age. Long dirty blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders, her normally emerald eyes shut, as she concentrated on playing her hand-crafted flute. Her symphony was responded to by the rustling of plants as the wind brushed past them.

 I kept my arms crossed, but let myself get carried away by the magical enchantment the music was playing on me. The girl was literally carried into the air itself, unmoved by the fact.

Sighing, I continued around the lake, kicking a few stray pebbles into crystal clear mere.

Boredom kills, don’t you think? Picking up a flat stone, I flicked my wrist and sent it skipping across the rippling surface all the way into the waterfall. SKILL!!!

Then, to my surprise and astonishment, a body burst out from the falls and flipped into the water, performing two somersaults and cannonballing into the depths. Ultimately, sending a ginormous wave onto the bank, where I had the unfortunate luck to stand. Groggily, I narrowed my eyes at the person, soaked to the bone and generally pissed off.

A few minutes later, my little sister was being strangled by moi while my littler sister tried to pull me off of her.

“If I just happen to catch a cold, both of you are going to d-ACHOO!!!!” I said/sneezed. She was in for it now. “I can’t catch a cold now! It will make me seem-ACHOO!!!”