Am I Happy

Introduction:

Hi! My name is Rawish. I love writing stories, but the problem is I can never complete one story in one sitting. And by the time I get back on writing I get all mixed up about whether to continue writing or not. This way I technically have a folder full of incomplete stories, most of which I don't even remember writing . So now what I'll do is I will publish a pretty long story in parts on this blog and that way I will always know that I have to write this story. This blog is for those people who are looking for a good novel to read. I am only getting started, so if you think I am doing some thing wrong tell me please.  This the first part of my story:

A 14-year Old

Chapter 1: My Normal Day

I sat on the edge of the bed in my sister’s room, my face in a temporary scowl. She looked up and grinned. Picked up an orange ball from her side table and threw it at my face. “You need to relax, Jean. It was just a harmless joke,” she said.

What was a harmless joke? It’s a big story. Well, my name is Jean. The type of name I have, I am expected to be really shy or whatever. But that isn’t it, I am a sporty girl with dark red waist-length hair. I have two sisters who are 12. They’re twins, Rose and Jess. My elder sister Hannah is in college.

We siblings are probably the most mischievous kids in the whole world. But I am the queen. I love playing pranks.

Now back to the harmless joke. Yesterday, Hannah and I were roaming about the colony giggling at random people. Hannah, abruptly, ran forward, bent down to pick something up. I walked and looked over squinting to try and look beyond her hands. Her finger swiped away over some mud to reveal nothing beneath. Before I knew it, Hannah had thrown a million handfuls of mud on me. Outraged, I looked down at my outfit. I had turned from orange to brown. People all around me quickly looked away to hide their red-from-silent-laughter faces. But kids laughed openly. A guy my age had put his hand on his mouth and was probably trying not to laugh out loud. While all this was happening I was deciding how much time it would take me to run home. I took on a running leap and ran home tears trickling down. When I opened the door, Rose appeared, I could tell from her hazel eyes. She smiled, opened her hands and echoed “What happened to you?”

I rubbed mud from my mouth to speak but all I could do was whisper a hoarse sound like a wounded animal.

About an hour later, all traces of mud had been removed both from my carcass and my sister’s hands. I had changed into clean over-alls. My sister never even cared. She supposed she had gotten even with me for ruining her geography homework. (Long story) That was when I got up and went into her room. I sat on her bed trying to think of the right swear words. But all of them were far too decent for her.  When she hit me with the ball I picked it up and decided to throw it back. But I am not like that… maybe. Balancing the ball on one finger I walked out of the room.

Back in my own bed, I decided to get back at her. Not really decided, I knew I would get back at her. As I thought of a way, the scowl turned into a grin. When I finally went down Jess was sitting reading a magazine. (I knew her from her blue-ish eyes) She looked at me and exclaimed “Why are you looking so sober?” Then she unhooked one side of my over-alls and attached them under my arm. Instantly the outfit became sort of loose. “Leave me,” I grumbled but put on a smile, flung an arm around her and walked over to the TV lounge. Rose came next and sat in front of me while I told them my plan. We squealed in excitement.

Later that night, I sneaked out of the room and crept into Hannah’s. From the moonlight I could see her light brown hair swirling on the pillow. I went over to her school bag and wore it. Then I crept back into my own den. I took out her pouch and ink pens. Next, I opened the back of every pen and pushed the little bar thing. Hannah’s light flicked open sending me in a panic. It turned off again. I quickly put everything in its place and left her bag outside her door.

Next day, I was reading a magazine with Jess, Rose was busy playing a game on her cell. We were ant the kitchen table. It was 2:30. The main door banged open. Hannah stood on the doorway, her sweater covered in ink. “You pathetic girl. How can you be this cruel to me? You’ll never be my sister!” Apparently, my foray had been successful. Hearing the commotion our mom entered. She saw Hannah and ran to her.

After Hannah had stopped breathing like a maniac Mom gently put a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. Mom looked at me and narrowed her eyes, “Why can’t you leave her alone?”

“Mom! I just got back at her.”

“Well, you don’t always need to get back at each other. Just, give it a break.”

“Give me a break! It’s Han...” I stopped when her lips pressed together. I gave Hannah a humongous eye-roll and strolled off.

That evening, Hannah appeared at my door and proudly announced, “I have decided that I won’t get back at you. If only you say sorry.”

“What? Don’t be so stubborn,” I scoffed, “I don’t need to apologize to you. Now go back to your room or I’ll slam this door on your pretty little face.”

“Oh, really. Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a promise!” I said as I slammed the door on her pretty little face.