The Sibiling War by Selena (top novels to read TXT) 📕

This is the worst day of my life. Oh yeah, I have to introduce myself because my mom said its polite. 'sigh'. My name is Dimitri Johnson. You probably know me.... or not. If you do, I have red hair and green eyes. I'm good at everything, except for one thing. Getting along with my annoying little sister. She is like my worst nightmare. That brat'S name is Kelly Johnson. Saying her name makes me throw up. She always get me in trouble with Mom and Dad. All I want to do is choke the hell out of her. But I have to do it with Mom and Dad is not here. She is so difficult to get along with. Mom said she looks like a angel. But to me, she looks like the devil who is trying to ruin my life. Here is how all this crap happen.

One day I was in my room playng WWE 12 video game on my Xbox. I was having so much fun, until Kelly came in wearing a pink dress with white stockings and her white church shoes. She was holding her Barbie doll.

"Play Barbie with me." said Kelly.
I looked at Kelly then looked backed my game. I just ignored her. Kelly went to the TV and turn it off.

"PLAY BARBIE WITH ME!!" Kelly yelled.
"No! Ask your friends to come over to play with you." I said.
"I don't want them to play." she said.
"Why?"
Kelly rolled her eyes "Because, I just told you to play with me. Now come on. I don't have all day." she said
"And I just told you no. Now get away from me, you little brat." I said.
"If you don't play with me, I'm going to tell Mom and Dad that you are abusing me." she said.

I stared at Kelly and said "You wouldn't."

That's when Kelly start to scream. It felt like my ear was about to pop off.

"FINE! FINE! I'LL PLAY STUPID BARBIE WITH YOU! NOW SHUT UP!"

Kelly smiled at me. "Thankyou. Now, I'll need 'one more thing' from you." she said.

"What you mean "one more thing"?"I said.

A hour later, I was wearing a dress. Kelly smiled at me. "You look so cute in Mom's dress." she said.

"Shut up. This is so ridiculous. I thought you said we were going to play Barbie, not dress up like one!" I said.

Kelly put Mom's wig on me. "I know. Now stay still while I put this wig on." she said.

I should be playing my video game. But no. I have to play Barbie with Kelly. My life sucks. We were playing for a while until Mom and Dad got home. I tried to hide from them, but they saw me already.

"Oh Dimitri, you look so adorable. I know you like my dress and my wig,but you still should have asked." Mom said. I felt so embarassed.

"Yeah Mom, does he look so cute in the dress." Kelly said. Dad was trying to keep from laughing, but he couldn't help it.

"This is so hilarious. We have to get a picture of this." dad said. Dad took out his Iphone and took a picure of me. After that, he sent it to all my family.

That was the worst day of my life..

Present

Me and Kelly have been arguing ever since. The arguing just got worse and worse. But right now, Mom and Dad are not worrying about that. They are worrying about a killer is on the loose. From what I heard, there was a girl name Ashley Stewart. She went inside a old house in the forest. Her friends were waiting for her to come out, but she never did. They waited for a few hours, but she still didn't come out. They went to their parents and told them. When the police went into the house, she wasn't even there. 3 months later, they found her buried inside a bag. The police said she was stabbed to death. There was blood all over her clothes. They don't even know who the killer is.

Mom and Dad have been keeping us away from the forest and the old house. One day, I came home late because I was with my friends. There were police cars everywhere. Mom was the first person to come to me.

"Where have you been. I have been worried sick about you.' Mom said
"I were wih my friends." I said.
"It is way past your curfew to be ib the house." she said. I stared at Mom. Mom looked reall mad.
"I were at my friends house. Why is the police here?" I said
"The police is here because I called them." she said
"But I'm just a few minutes late." I said
"You was not a few minutes late. You were a few hours late. You wre suppose to be home by 8. You got here at twelve thirty in the morning." she said. I were about to say something, but nothing came out. Mom smiled because she know she wn the arguement. But there was one thing I noticed about Mom. I knew she was trying to distract me. Mom always do that.
"Mom, what going on?" I said. Tears rolled down Mom cheeks. She told me one of my friend was murdered. His name was Jose Rodrigez. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Jose were my best friend. We been friends since we was little kids. Dad came inside my room.
"I heard about your friend. Are you ok?" he said. All I felt was pain. I was so hurt, but I was mostly angry. I held back the tears that was trying so hard to get out. But I wouldn't let it happen. I taught myself to be tough, so that's what I'm going to do.
"I'm fine. Thanks for checking on me." I said. I gave Dad a little smile. Dad smiled back.
"If you need to talk, just tell me." he said. Dad left my room and shut the door. I lay down on my bed. I never wanted to lie to Dad. But i had to. I don't want them to worry about me so much. Even when I lied to Dad, I could tell he didn't believe me. I wasn't even convincing enough. I'll just have to keep convincing him. The police found Jose in the woods bleeding to death. He was stabbed so many times. I was so upset, it took me a day to calm myself down. Jose's mother, Paula, was so sad about Jose's death. She was a single mother; Jose's father died of lung cancer. Paula was planning for Jose's funeral. I visited Paula to make sure she was alright.
"I'm fine. It's just hard to know that my only son is dead." Paula said. She start to cry. I felt so sorry for her. Jose was the only person she had. Now she won't be able to see him grow up. She won't be able to see him get married and have a family of his own. I stayed with Paula for a few hours trying to comfort her. Mom picked me up from Paula's house.
"Bye Dimitri. Thankyou for your visit.
"You welcome." I said. Mom drove us home. When Mom parked the car in our garage, we got out and went indside the house. I am kind of worried right now. During the ride home, mom had not said a word to me. Was I in trouble? If I was, what did I do wrong? I just didn't even say anything. When we were in the house, I went upstairs to my room. I avoided Mom and Dad for the rest of the day.

A few days later, we went to Jose's funeral. It was so beautiful. Paula made a video of Jose's life.
"Thank you everybody for coming. Jose must be happy to know that everybody loves him. We will miss him so much." said Paula. Tears came down her face. She was so hurt. I could tell, that she was trying to hide it. I can also see anger in her eyes. Mom told me that Paula has been calling the police nonstop ever since Jose's death. She been asking them if they found the killer yet. But the answer would always been 'no'. Every time when the police says 'no', she just get angrier. When they ask me to come up, I said a poem.
"This is a poem i found. I hope you like it Ms. Paula." I said

The Final Flight

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard his call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way,
I've found that peace at the end of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Ah, yes, these things too I will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My Life's been full, I savoured much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one' touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

When I finished the poem, Everybody cheered and clapped. I hugged Paula.
"Thankyou. I really loved the poem." Paula said. I smiled. I was happy that she liked it. I have worked real hard to find the poem. When I did, I knew it was a right poem to say at Jose's funeral. We continued with the funeral. When it was over, I greeted the rest of the guest and my friends. Many people compliment on the poem I said.

After the funeral, we buried Jose.
"Goodbye Jose. I hope I see you again." I said. This time, I couldn't hold back the tears anynore. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Mom put her arms arpund me, to comfort me. I just felt happy because I know that Jose is probably happy. I don't know if I will be able to get over the fact that Jose is dead. But I'll try. My family and I left the grave yard and went back home. Right now, I feel at peace. I feel free.