Nande....or roughly...."Why".

 

This is PG13 due to language

 

"Where the hell did you hide my poems?!" My sister yelled.

"I don't know where they are...I don't touch your poems." My voice said rather emotionlessly, my eyes gazing back down to the IPad in my lap.

"You probably stole them and brought them to school today since your teacher praised you for that poem you DIDN'T WRITE!" Hatoru yelled again. Hatoru is my oldest sister...she has bipolar and that always gets in my way.

"I HAD to write that poem! It was for a grade! I missed up on it yesterday because I had to do work and–" I was cut off by Hatoru.

"You didn't do it at all yesterday! You stole it from me!" She yelled.

I gave up and shut up. She started walking out of the room, just as she stopped at our door.

"You didn't clean the litter box." She said, looking at the litter box.

"I was going to clean it out....but I was digesting food." I said simply. What a stupid excuse.

"CLEAN OUT THE LITTER BOX!" She yelled, stomping out.

There was silence as I refreshed the page I had pulled up on the IPad, and my youngest sister Chito walked in.

"Korami....I'll clean the litter box." She said softly. Chito isn't that small, but both of my little sisters pronoce my name wrong.

"NO! KURAMI NEEDS TO CLEAN THE LITTER BOX! DADDY, HELP ME HANDLE KURAMI!" Hatoru yelled again.

'YOU handle me?!'I thought imminently.

My dad lead Hatoru away from me, and looked at Chito who was cleaning the litter box perfectly.

"Watch her." Dad said.

I nodded in agreement, beginning to watch Chito.

"Korami...I need help" Chito said.

Without a word, I helped her. After I finished cleaning the litter box, I dumped the litter into the trash can.

Silence took over me, and I continued playing on the IPad. I heard Hatoru yelling at my dad. "I don't know where the hell my poem is!" She yelled.

In a little bit, she stomped in our room.

"Do you have any idea where the f*ck my poem is?!" She yelled at me.

I pointed at the top shelf of a cabniet-thingy in our room.

"Usually I see them in there." I said.

She looked in her folder before I spoke.

"You could always write another" I said.

"No I can't! At least I have a creative mind unlike you Kurami! All you do is freaking roleplay and act stupid all the time, and your roleplays suck! I can't be a stupid idiot like you Kurami!" She yelled.

I was silent, looking at the IPad blankly. In a couple of muinets, I didn't hear her voice anymore, just the sound of the back door slamming.

 

———

 

This actually just happened to me in the past thirty muinets....it is Sodom's real improvised life....My name is not Kurami, my little sisters name is not Chito and my oldest sisters name is not Hatoru.

Hm... Okay then... 

 

Oddly enough however, I'm usually able to rewrite most of my poems when I need to... then again I have the creative output level to write three books at once so...

Edited April 24, 201312 yr by Sikota Urinakano

Two Days After— 4:20 pm — Arrived home from school

 

"Hatoru, may I have the laptop?" I asked. She was turning it on already.

She didn't answer, all she did was click on Google Chrome.

""Hatoru..." I mumbled.

"No. You were on this all day yesterday and the day before that." She said greedily.

Wrong. That was not true. I haven't been on the laptop in two days.

"What do you need it for? You have the IPad." Hatoru said, glaring at me.

"I had a word document for a roleplay sign-up that I never finished." I said truthfully.

"You and your damned roleplays. I don't even see why you do it..." She growled.

"And I can use the laptop?" I asked.

"No you bitch..." She snapped, digging her arms into my forearm.

I snatched my hand away, quickly walking to my parents room where both of my parents were in, they were talking.

"Guys, Hatoru just clawed me because I asked her for the computer." I said, looking at my dad.

"Set the timer for an hour. She'll get off then." My mother said heartlessly.

I nodded, walking out of their room. I walked to the kitchen timer, timing it for an hour.

"Oh, so now you're timing me?! I bet you set it for 10 minutes!" Hatoru yelled.

"No, mom said to time you for an hour." I said bluntly.

"Ya right! You set it by yourself, mom didn't tell you set that!" She yelled at me.

Once again, I walked off to my parents room.

"Hatoru won't accept the fact that she has to get off an in hour." I said to them, opening the door.

"HATORU. YOU NEED TO GET OFF IN AN HOUR!!" My mom called.

"No I will not be getting off in an hour either." Hatoru snapped.

"You're dad will take care of it if she doesn't get off." Mom said.

I sighed, walking out. Thanks for all of the help....

I sat back down at the kitchen,

"Mom! Kurami slapped me!" Hatoru yelled.

"I did not slap you!" I snapped right back.

"Yes you did too. You came in here, set the timer, and slapped me, trying to take the laptop." Hatoru said with a smirk.

NO. NONE OF THIS WAS TRUE. She's just trying to get me in trouble...

I grabbed the IPad, and the last thing I heard was she blaring 'Animal I Have Become' by Three Days Grace...but Rin Kagamine's Meltdown soon drowned that out.

3/10I don't see a fixed plot. It just looks like a normal life, which is not, by any stretch of the imagination, interesting.Props for effort and ability to hold it together grammar- and spelling-wise.

3/10

I don't see a fixed plot. It just looks like a normal life, which is not, by any stretch of the imagination, interesting.

Props for effort and ability to hold it together grammar- and spelling-wise.

 

I know, no plot. THIS IS WHY SODOM DOESN'T NEED TO POST IN THE WRITING SECTION. 

3/10I don't see a fixed plot. It just looks like a normal life, which is not, by any stretch of the imagination, interesting.Props for effort and ability to hold it together grammar- and spelling-wise.

I personally am interested in what goes on in my friends' lives.