I remember my words.
Yet, I remember my thoughts more clearly
Going, going, gone...
It's not that bad, really.
I was laying in my bed. The reading lamp made the book I was reading glow a pale yellow. It was an adventure book. Can't quite recall the name. But the name or even the book was important. The radio was on. The song, I think, was called, "I'll Be Missing You". Yeah, that was the title. My sister came in. I had agreed to help her wash the dishes.
It's not that bad, really.
Boy, earlier that day, I pulled some pretty good pranks, you'll have to admit. It was my friend who dared me to pull them on my sister, though.
It's not her fault.
I couldn't help giggling when my sister fell. I had tied her shoelaces together. "You... you..."
She sputtered. My sister tied her shoes and stomped of with her little fan club.
Later that day, I unlocked her locker (What sister doesn't know what their other sibling's locker combo is?) In her locker, I put at least one thousand wads of paper. Pilling them as high, and unstable, as I could. Yes, and, you guessed it, when she opened her locker, enough wads of paper to last all of high school leveled her out. It was sweet.
Numerous other pranks plagued my sister that day. Many others followed. Including, the good old banana-peel-on-the-floor joke.
Man, that was a good one. She was walking back from getting her lunch, she stepped on the banana peel. WHOMP! On her back she goes, food flying in the air.
It wasn't that bad, was it?
I looked at my sister and climbed off my bed. "Ok, I'm coming." Why had I volunteered to wash dishes with her earlier? I guess my conscience caught up with me.
"I'll wash, 'k?"
I nodded.
"You can dry."
I nodded again.
Into the sink, my sister's hands went. they came out with a plate. She scrubbed it clean and rinsed it. She gave it to me. I started drying. Without looking at me, she commented,
"Those were very childish things you did to me at school today."
My sister was handing me a knife to dry off. I laughed as I reached for it.
"Yeah, but I got you good, didn't I? You should've seen the look on your face when-"
It's not her fault the knife slipped. I grabbed my wrist.
Going, going...
Gone.