Glancing in all directions, I sneak toward home. He can’t see me. I can’t let him know that I’m home. Not until I’m safely inside.
“Hey, Lainie, do your friends know that you dance in front of the bathroom mirror every night? Maybe I should sell tickets.”
Face burning, I duck my head and run the last few feet to our apartment. How can my jerk of a brother do this? Turning, I stand in front of the door and scream out my frustration.
“Mark I don’t want you to live here anymore. You should stay at your dad’s this year. Like in never come back!”
Shutting the door with a loud bang, I head for my room. A slam and a bang tells me that Mark didn’t waste any time coming after me. He’s so lame. How can I ever live down this shame? Thank goodness, he’s leaving in a few days. Who would ever believe he’s my older brother? He acts more like he’s two.
An hour later, tapping on my door drives me insane. I can’t concentrate on the story I’m reading, and it’s really good. I get up and crack the door open. Mark grins at me.
“Wanna do some gaming?”
“‘Cause you’re a jerk. “ I can’t help myself. “I won’t ever game with you again.”
We are champs when we work as a team on WarCraft. He got me into gaming a year ago. It’s the only time he’s not a jerk, but I can’t forgive him so easily. If I do go downstairs and game, he’ll figure out something else to do that will make me want to sink through the floor in shame.
“Ah, come on, Lanie. Nobody cares that you dance in front of the mirror.” His infectious grin widens. “Much.”
“Oh! Jerk!” I slam the door closed.