"I'm not talking to you."
"Good."
"I hate you."
"Ditto."
"Ugh! Leave me alone!"
"Gladly."
"Shut up."
"OK."
He just stood there with his arms folded, looking away from me. Did he think he could get the last word? Wow. He still hasn't learned, even from all those years.
"It's school tomorrow." He mumbled. Then chuckled 'evilly' and said: "mum's gonna kill you."
"Why?" I questioned.
"Because you're stupid."
"Here we go again." I sigh.
"I'm kidding! When she sees your report card... and all of your detentions..." he responded.
"Shut up dingus. How much better have you done? What- five detentions less than me? All Cs?" I yelled, "you're an 'average' kid in their eyes, but I know how much of an idiot you are. Hey! Maybe the 'average' kid, is stupid."
"Well 1 or 2 detentions a day, and somewhat bad grades, probably makes you worse than average! May as well go and get in a fight with a seventh-grader!" He yelled.
"What do you mean? I did that ages ago stupid!" I replied.
"Whatever. Just remember when mum flips, I warned you. You have to lift your 'good boy' game, Elijah." He spat.
What I took from this, was that my itty bitty baby bro Mikal is not very good at comebacks, and the rest, I just tuned out. ESPECIALLY the last part. I would have cursed a bit more, but Mikal would just cry to his mummy. The whole time, I was focusing on tomorrow. SCHOOL. I was in for a treat. And not a good treat, a bad treat. Like when your mum says "I have a treat for you! Come out of your room!" and she gives you a drawing she found, that you did when you were like 3.
I had said something to my best friend, Something mean. And she has anger issues. AND she said "next time I see you... you're dead.". If I told my mum, she'd say that she would just forget over the holidays, because little kids do that. Hey mum, sorry to be annoying, but correction, LITTLE kids do that. Not 11-year-olds. Seriously, I'm not 5.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I had my fists ready to punch Mikal, but I knew that I shouldn't. Even though I said I didn't listen to the last sentence he said, I did. I have to lift my 'good boy' game. ASAP.
"I'm home boys! I have a treat for you." It was mum. Oh no... this is exactly what I told you about. The 'I have a treat for you' act.
Mum came through the door, holding a puppy. My eyes widened, my mouth dropped open, and I was completely tuned out of the world. Everything was blurry. Then black.
