During lunch, my friends trade snacks, talk about who’s food has the most chemicals, and argue about our siblings.
All of my friends agree that Mia, my sister, is the weirdest. She made a club where you go outside at midnight and suck people’s souls and kidneys.
She blasts rock music at 6 am on weekends.
Once Mia tried to use a hairdryer to make Dino nuggets. She was pointing the hairdryer backward. In a click, the hairdryer blew in her face and her mouth started to stretch. When my mom saw what was happening, she backed away and said, “Nevermind…”
Another time, Mia and I woke up at 2 am and tip-toed downstairs to blow dry some Dino nuggets. We tip-toed downstairs to get some nuggets in the fridge. Then, we pulled out the prized possession, the hairdryer. I turned it on, and we waited for ten minutes. They weren’t even cooked yet.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I WAITED TEN WHOLE MINUTES FOR MY FAVORITE FOOD AND IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED COOKING!!!!!” Said Mia dramatically.
As I watched her cry and scream quietly so that she doesn’t wake up my parents. I realized that we had an oven. I put the Dino nuggets into the oven and set it to 400 degrees. Mia cried. After 15 minutes, I heard a ding! My sister turned completely silent and ran to the oven.
“My Dino nuggets!!!! They’re back!!!!”
We love Dino nuggets, but Mia loves them the most.
My friends ask me what it’s like to have Mia around all the time. She runs around too much, she always tries to eat me, she dies too much whenever we’re playing video games, so I end up quitting in less than 10 minutes, and she is VERY loud. She is annoying, funny, sneaky, and so picky!
Once, when Mia was at the pool, she started to drown. The lifeguard came to save her. He had two pool noodles, a pink one and a blue one. He quickly swam to my sister and gave her the blue pool noodle.
“NO!!! I WANT THE PINK ONE!!!”
The lifeguard gave her the pink pool noodle.
I also told my friends that Mia can be dramatic.
Mia was outside finding ladybugs while I was in piano class.
“Look! I found one!” Said Mia excitedly, “Now I need to find food for it.”
When she came back, she put her ladybug in a small plastic bag, and poked holes in the bag. When we got home, I did homework while Mia sang at the top of her lungs.
“I’m trying to do homework! You’re so loud that your ladybug died!” I yelled.
The ladybug wasn’t moving, and it looked like it was dead.
“NOOOOOOOO” Mia screamed. “MY LADYBUG!!!!!!”
Mia rushed outside with a shovel in her hand and dug a hole in the dirt, took the ladybug out of the plastic bag, and buried it. She then took out a tiny tombstone shaped cardboard cutout that said, “R.I.P. Ladybug.”
She put the cardboard cutout on the dirt and then started dancing around it. I didn’t want to be part of this.
“What are you doing Mia?” asked my mom. “Why are you dancing in dirt?”
“My ladybug died!” Mia yelled.
“Have fun!” Said my mom.
Mia spent 30 minutes performing rituals around her ladybug’s grave.
“It’s just a ladybug. there’s nothing special about it” I said to Mia.
“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT! MY LADYBUG HAS BEEN WITH ME MY WHOLE LIFE NOW AND IT’S DEAD!” Screamed Mia
“You just got it…” I said I was concerned.
“SAME THING” said Mia “Now i need to go find more ladybugs! Yay!”
Oh no. She was crying a few seconds ago and now she was skipping and singing happily.
Mia is also sneaky, energetic and smart. Once, on a Disney cruise when I was 7 and Mia was 5, my parents took us to a daycare which my sister and I called prison.
“I can’t believe that mummy and daddy abandoned us!!!!! The people are so mean!!!” Said Mia aggressively.
“I think they’re nice!” I said.
“I asked for three chocolate chip cookies, and they gave me two!!!”
Mia pulled out a map of the ship and started to draw on it.
“Finished!!!”
There were a bunch of lines on the map that lead to our hotel room.
We managed to sneak out of the daycare.
“Why am I following a 5-year-old?” I asked myself.
Mia pulled out our room keys.
“Where did you get those?!” I asked.
“I took the card from mummy’s bag!!”
She opened the door to our room, ran in and started unwrapping a bag of chocolate chip cookies.
“Can I have some?” I asked.
“No.”
“I’ll give you twenty dollars,” I said.
“Okay!!!” Mia agreed.
She gave me a chocolate chip cookie and then I ran down the hallway. I looked back and saw something scary. Something that will haunt me forever. Mia. She chased me down the hall with the bag of chocolate chip cookies in her hand.
“Is this where I die? Will Mia’s face be the last thing I see?”
“Oh wait!” I thought. “I can just run to mom and dad!! Mia doesn’t touch me whenever they’re around!”
I ran as fast as I could. I could feel the wind in my lungs. There were coconut trees planted in the garden and water slides and two big pools. I looked back and saw that Mia wasn’t there anymore. I stopped to catch my breath.
“GIVE ME BACK MY CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES,” said in a deep voice behind me.
I screamed like a maniac.
Mia was standing behind me with a toy knife.
That day, I got to experience my sister’s intelligence for the first time because she was serious about something (I think it was the cookies).
My sister and I sometimes don’t get along with each other. When we do get along, it’s mostly because of our love for food like Dino nuggets.