xiv. late nights and little brothers
I liked my room. Bronto was there and so was Strawberry. There were also lots of toys and books. Sometimes I just didn't want to leave. Noah always made me leave though.
It was New Year's Eve, and of course, I wanted to stay up late with Mommy and Daddy. They wouldn't let me though. Well, Daddy would have let me, but Mommy said no. So I couldn't stay up. I wanted to do it anyways though, so when Mommy and Daddy made me go to bed, I stared at the ceiling and didn't go to sleep.
After a while, I figured Mommy and Daddy were asleep too, so I turned on the lights. I took out the big jigsaw puzzle I was working on and started putting pieces together. I took Bronto and Strawberry off of my bed and hugged them close to me. They walked over the picture I was making. Sometimes they even helped me make the puzzle.
That was when Noah walked in. He always bursted in when I didn't want him. Then again, I never really wanted him. "Hi McKenna!" he said.
"Bye Noah," I said, trying to close the door.
Noah opened the door again. "Didn't Mommy and Daddy say you had to go to bed?"
"Yeah, but didn't they say you had to be in bed too? Your bedtime is earlier than mine."
"I was just getting some water."
I tried to close the door again. "Go away Noah," I said. "You're being a tattletale."
Noah kept pushing it open and I pushed it closed. We kept on pushing on the door until I finally closed it. I forgot to lock it though. Noah opened the door again.
"McKenna, I won't tell Mommy and Daddy."
"Pinky promise?" I said, sticking out my pinky.
Noah wrapped his pinky around mine. "Pinky promise. Can I play in here?"
"Yeah sure," I said. I let Noah in, but I shouldn't have let him in. He stepped on the puzzle that I worked so hard on and broke it.
"Noah!" I shouted.
"Oops," Noah said.
"You're so mean!"
Noah ran out of the room. If Mommy and Daddy heard any of that, they would punish me. I turned off the lights and put away the puzzle pieces. I took Bronto and Strawberry and put them on my bed. Then I got in it and stared up at the ceiling. I was tired and my eyes were barely open. Maybe staying up late wasn't such a good idea.
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Daydream Believer
Teen FictionMcKenna Gregory was always the quiet type: never wanting to venture outside of the confines of her own mind. When her family moves to the small town of Odiosis, Illinois, five year old McKenna just wants to hide away from it all. McKenna eventually...