CYRA MAXIMO VALENTINE
I scowled at the pink stuffed teddy on the opposite side of my bed, moving with such haste I nearly toppled over on my mission to be rid of it. Knowing exactly who put my baby sisters stuffy there, I didn't even worry much.
Not that I could blame him though, I mean, I did bribe a hairdresser to color his hair green instead of the darker blonde he wanted. Laughing as I got out of bed, I stopped when a sudden thought had me rethinking that even for my 22-year-old brother, that was just not what I'd expect- not that I knew what to expect at all.
Now, that thought just choked the laughter out my throat. The absolute self-centered clown is up to no good, I just know it and god-forbid I'm about to fall right into whatever dirty little trap he set for me.
Saving that important fact for later, while still hoping whatever primping my brother is up to, it doesn't befall me, I made my way to the bathroom, showered then brushed my teeth. Right after I rinsed with mouthwash, then proceeded to get ready for school and head to breakfast downstairs.
Taking my time opening the door, after about 3 seconds when nothing out of the ordinary happened, I stepped out almost the same time as my 17-year-old brother Esme stepped out of his room.
Staring at him for no reason at all- okay out of curiosity about his next move. Catching me staring for probably too long he goes "Boo", annoyingly and laughing at his stupidity.
"What?" I say dumbly like the idiot I am to which he looks weirdly at me then says, "what's up bro?"
I walked back into my room to retrieve the stuffy, returning to him almost to descend the stairs. I threw the stuffy at the back of his head just to see his reaction. Naturally, his hands go to the back of his head then look around for what hit him. finding what he's looking for by his feet, he bends, picks up the stuffy, looks at me, then the stuffy, then right back at me as if thinking out loud, "you're crazy, you've officially lost your mind", cause yeah, me too buddy.
He holds his hand out with the stuffy shaking it as he grounds out between his teeth to me, "what the hell Cy? What was this for?"
Not even feeling guilty for what I did to him; I shrugged my shoulders at him passing him on the way down as he fumed at me. Not a second later he speeds walks past me to the table where our 2-year-old baby sister is, he bends to give and take a kiss on the cheeks before placing the stuffy in her hands cooing to her, and goes to his usual seat on the table
Next, I go after her, cooing absolute nonsense about whatever 2-year old's like, which she replies to me with giggles I live for. Rising up from my knees, she suddenly out of nowhere says, "Shywas bwu," giggling even more than she did before. Not even understanding why she thinks I'm blue, but still wanting to correct her, I start to speak but almost immediately I get cut off.
With boisterous laughing, Armand, the villain, descended the stairs, "how was the girl's sleepover Cy, did you and pink stuffy have a good time uninterrupted last night?"
Mom and Dad chose that exact moment to enter, eyes wide holding her heart she goes, "Cyra Maximo Valentine, how dare you bring a girl into this house without us knowing? And to have her sleep with you in the same room let alone the same bed? Where is she now?"
"Mo-"
"Who is this girl? And why is she named Pink Stuffy?" Dad interrupted me, quite loudly may I add, with furrowed brows.
Feeling guilty for no reason other than the fact that mom used "the tone", on me making me feel as if I'd killed her favorite dog, cooked it up, then had it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and mortified that Dad would even think of me dating or sleeping with someone called Pink Stuffy.
They stared me down, and feeling small, moving uncomfortably on my two feet with all the attention suddenly on me from everyone, I bent my head low. "It wasn't a real girl I had over Mom, Dad, it was Maggie's pink stuffed teddy", I say moving my head, pointing in the direction of Maggie and the pink toy in her arms. "And it was Armand that put it there", I say roughly raising my voice to make a point, all the while looking at him.
Right after I said, what I said, everyone started laughing, everyone, except Esme, I think he was still pissed about earlier this morning. He growled and said, "How about next time, you two keep me out whatever girly drama you're both about to take pleasure in."
Smirking at him, my eyes move over to my 17-year-old little sister Isadora laughing, I scowled at her, "What are you laughing at you little rotten egg?" Still laughing, she goes, "At you sleeping with our baby sister's stuffed toy that's pink", laughing even harder.
Moving to the table, I take my seat and have my breakfast with everyone else. After chit-chatting as we eat for another half an hour or so when Armand chirped up saying, "Let's all take a family photo. "Esme and I groaned as we got up, but mom set us straight just as quickly as the groan came with a disapproving look.
We all took our places as he held the selfie stick up reminding us that, "on three, everyone says cheese." In three seconds, with all the energy I could muster up, joined with my family in saying cheese. Dis-joining myself from everyone as they hurried to see the picture, I took out my phone and continued the game I was playing as I once again made my way to my seat.
Before I even sit down, for the second time of the morning, within just an hour, every one of my family members just bursts out laughing for no reason. I didn't even hear one of Esme's stupid joke, or Isadora's smart-ass remarks that put everyone in laughter, or even Armand's clowning out in his usual clownish ways.
That is, until I hear Isadora to Armand, "why blue bro, should've put neon pink or green as he did you." And that's when it hit me, "shywas bwu", they were talking about me, laughing at me. I was beyond pissed now, thinking back from this morning I go through every single detail of everything I did and wondered how in the Satan who lives in hell I could have missed this.
But then my thought stuck on something, and I just knew exactly what the bastard had caught me with. "My mouthwash", I say out loud.
Armand replies, "took u long enough Cy", bursting out in another fit of laughter.
Sure enough, they could see the smoke coming out of my ear because I feel it coming out like hot, thick, red, fog. And I couldn't stop it, which is why I said, what I said- well more like shouted next, "you Moth-", to which Mom interrupted, "Is right here, and so is yours"
Trying to calm down, I say "sorry mom", then I hastily move upstairs to my room to break the curse my brother put on me before it spreads. And thus y'all, the ignominy of the defeat I bore, was so hard on my shoulders, I thought I was going to drop dead. Nobody and I mean nobody, wanted to lose this hard to any of their siblings, much less their older ones, the one that mostly treats us like shit and other times love us all the more, we don't even know or find out because God made them like cacography so we couldn't even understand them. But we just have to secretly know anyway.
Well, at this moment I couldn't even think straight, I just wanted him to hate me as much as I hated him. I wanted to go to court in front of a judge and deny him as being my brother, and let him live in misery for the rest of his sorry ass life.
And why would I want to do such horrible things? Well, he was just not supposed to get me back so bad he wasn't even supposed to be granted a chance to get me back so bad.
No, he should have been scared of his little brother, looking over his shoulder all the time knowing that he'd pounce on him anytime. But of course, that vigorous tyrant Karma had to mess with me. Just he/she wait, I'll get 'em back.
Interrupting my own thoughts, I turned my head, flipping my very pellucid long hair at karma then continued my way up the steps and turned to my room door. Then staring at my side, where an imaginary version of karma stood, I tipped my head up at *her* muttering a, "mhm," and turned the handle of my door and stepped inside, making sure to shut the door in her face so it makes a deafening sound and god-I-hope, shocks her to death.