The Email Story

The Email Story: 2

It is about 15mins later and I'm updating again =D This is exciting! Enjoy the next batch of insanity! ~Kay

"MOM!"

"Hi love, how was school?"

I gave her the glare of death. "Would you do me a favor and do something about that? Put it in the trash?" I jerked my thumb at my boyfriend. "He's annoying me."

"Well, you slap me too hard," he pouted, still rubbing his face.

"You deserve it."

Mom silently handed us each a hot cookie. She made them herself: two thin pieces of cookie with hot, sticky syrup/honey in between. I loved them. I stared at the hot cookie in my hand. "No thanks." I handed it back. "I can't eat now that my mouth has been sullied. I have to brush it twelve times before I can eat again."

Mom pulled up an eyebrow, but my brother ducked in for her understanding. "Oooh!" He began to sing. "Vladi aaaand Danny, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

I stamped at him. He ran off. "Now, I am going to brush my teeth, and go see Lorenzo at the library."

Danny heaved his chest up at me, and then sighed as I brushed my teeth. "I don't like him."

"I don't like either of you, but you don't hear me complaining about i- oh, wait." I flounced out, slamming the door behind me.

And walked RIGHT into my brother. He held out a screwdriver and smiled.

"I figured you'd want payback," he said.

Sometimes, my brother was just the BEST. I grabbed the screwdriver. Our bathroom had this strange sort of safety lock so that if someone got locked in, you could unlock it from the outside using a screwdriver. Unfortunately for Danny, it also worked the other way. And Stafin and I had perfected the art of jamming it. I locked and jammed the door before Danny fully realised what was happening. He struggled to open the door, grunting like a maniac. I giggled uncontrollably. Even Stafin was chuckling.

"Let me out Vladimina!!!" Danny screamed. "I'll murder you when I get out! I swear I will!"

"If, Danny," I laughed. "If you get out!"

I skipped down the stairs, taking them two at a time. dashing through the kitchen I grabbed the two biscuits (Danny hadn't eaten his either) and called a quick goodbye to my mum. Within minutes I was standing outside the library.

"You're early," Lorenzo greeted, sourly.

"You look grumpy," I stated. "Here, have a cookie."

"What's got into you?" Lorenzo asked, eying the cookie suspiciously. "You're being... nice?"

"Don't expect it to last," I warned with a smile.

Lorenzo nibbled the cookie.

"Is this poisoned?" he demanded.

"Yes, I poisoned it JUUUUUST for you." My smile faded and I hit him. Then, it returned. "Shut up and eat your cookie."

"Wow... you look like you got laid, girl."

"Shut up. I got my payback. I'm a happy girl."

"Payback? What? Who? When - how?"

"Shut up, I told you!" I hit him again. "Be a nice boy and I'll buy you an ice-cream."

"It's not hot enough for an ice-cream," he sulked.

I had to force myself not to hit him again. "I don't like you, you know that, Lorenzo?"