Midnight Madness

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
Lots of things happen in the middle of the night... Just something I made in one of my courses in grade 9 and I thought I could publish it.

Submitted: December 17, 2013

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I walked around the room. Nothing seemed unusual, but then all of the sudden, a loud clatter filled the room with utter surprise. The noise continued, making my heart race faster and faster as it seemed to inch closer toward me. Then it entered the room. I shrieked at the top of my lungs and ducked under my bed for cover. The ruckus stopped and then a juvenile laugh filled the room instead. I recognized that laugh anywhere in the world. It was my little sister, playing her cymbals and being her usual annoying self. I crawled out from under my bed and scolded her. “Claire! It’s 12:34 in the morning and you’re making noise with your cymbals!” I hollered, my cheeks flaring at least 50 different shades of red.

She looked at me rather innocently. “So? I’m not tired,” and then continued with her clanging, ear piercing instrument.

That just made me two times more pissed. I snagged the cymbals away from her and tossed them high up my bookshelf. Claire started to whimper as she realized her beloved instrument was stripped from her own sorry grip. I kneeled down beside her. “Don’t worry, you’ll get it back in the morning but right now I really want to get some sleep, ok? I said to her as calmly as I can. She nodded and skipped back to her room as if nothing weird had happened. Sheesh. Why must little sisters be such a pain in the hind quarters? I shut off the lights and dove into my comfy bed, only it didn’t feel comfy today. I tossed and turned as I attempted to get into a comfy position but something just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t fall back asleep no matter how hard I tried! I groaned in frustration and fatigue. I’m never going to get any sleep! Then I felt something crawling on my body. The tickling sensation sent a chill down my spine. I flipped on the switch to see what was tickling me. My face paled as soon as I saw what it was. Ticks! Ten of them too! I screamed like a banshee and leaped out of my bed as if someone had set a fire to my heinie. I ran around in circles frantically wondering what I should do. This wasn’t the first time those blood-sucking vermins had attacked me. My house is made almost entirely out of wood and the ticks tend to nest in between the cracks and yeah... You get the picture. I eventually ran out of breath and slowed down. I had to think straight. What do those pests not like? Then an idea appeared in my mind almost instantly. Repellent. I had completely forgotten about my mom’s gigantic collection of bug spray just in case of emergencies like this. I dashed swiftly to the mudroom and grabbed the very first bottle I saw. I sprayed myself so much, it looked like a big fluffy cloud had replaced my rather slim figure. I guess that was a little too much spray because I found myself hacking like mad as the harsh chemicals entered my fragile lungs. More lights turned on in my household. I had unfortunately awoken my whole family. They all waddled to the mudroom all groggy and zombie-like. My dad started yelling at me, telling me it’s the middle of the night and blah blah blah. Geez he sounds exactly like me when I yell at Claire. Deja vu, much?


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