Anime Overload

Chapter 1 : Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

"Sam you're probably the first person I've seen that eats tacos with milk!" My dad said.

"It can't be helped milk is just a way of life!" I told him.

I picked up a nacho Doritos taco we had bought from Taco Bell and took a large bite. Geez, was I hungry. We didn't usually get Taco Bell, usually we would eat something homemade except we were all too lazy. Once I had finished my second taco I left the table and put away my plate. Instantly, I raced to my room to get ahold of my iPad mini before my mom asked me to do chores or something. (I had bought my own personal iPad mini, expensive but worth it!) But, I mean come on its Winter Break let me live it to the fullest! It gonna end in a few days anyway! Which reminds me I need to buy a birthday present for my older sister, Rose. She's nine years older, I only turned 14 a few months ago.

"Sam! China's taking my turn on the iPad!" My little sister, Samara complained.

"Nun uh! We've already watched two episodes of Zack and Cody! It's my turn!" My even littler sister, China whined.

I sighed, these two would fight then be the best of friends five seconds later! Sometimes I wonder how Rose handles us or why Mom and dad hasn't already exploded from the pressure. I really just wanted to get on my iPad and read manga(Japanese comic) on it.

"Samara its China's turn, you always hog the electronics! You can have your turn after two episodes!" I said.

"But, China got to play for three episodes!" Samara persisted.

"I did not!" China defended.
"Liar!"

"Sami! Samara called me a liar!" China tattles in her whiniest baby voice.

I felt like ripping my hair out...

"Okay you two! Samara your older, your 11! Stop calling your little sister a liar! And China stop complaining and using that fake baby voice! It's irritating! Now please let me read my manga in peace!" I yelled exasperated.

"I'm not faking!" Pouted China.

"She doesn't care, she just wants to read her comic books! Hmf!" Samara said as she rolled her eyes.

"I told you not to roll your eyes Samara!" I scolded her. "China get away from my desk! Don't touch my stuff! You always break it!"

"But, Sam! I want you to tell a story!" China pouted.

"Yeah tell a story!" Chimed Samara.

"No! Because China didn't listen to me earlier today!" I responded.

"Nice going China!" Then, Samara said suddenly obedient, "I'll stop asking now Sam."

China stomped her feet throwing a fit. And glared at me, still begging me for a story. She flopped onto the carpet on her back, and started kicking me. She continued begging being less and less polite asking each time.

"Stop it! Now I'm really not telling the story! Your eight act like it! I was more mature than you at your age!" I huffed.

"Blah, blah, blah!" China said snootily.

"What did you say?" I asked sternly.

"Oooooh!" Samara said as if she were watching a TV show.

"Do you want me to tell mom all that your kicking and talking back to me? I will kick you back you know!" I warned.

China wailed, "No, no! Don't tell mommy!"

"That's what what I thought!"

"Butt face!" China said.