Once, I was in my room reading on my bed. I wasn't really supposed to be on my bed. Actually, I wasn't supposed to be reading at all. But, hey, I was at the good part! So anyway, I was in my room reading on my bed, when there were random galumphing footsteps on the hall outside my room. I started to wonder what it was, but I was still at the good part, so I didn't bother putting down my book and going outside to check. I was about to regret that sorely. Suddenly, my door, which I had left cracked open, was violently bounced off the wall as my little brother, James, came in with both hands behind his back.
"What've you got?" I asked him suspiciously.
"Something you want..."
"What? James, what?" I questioned eagerly. James pulled out his hands. They were empty. Disappointed, I put aside my book, and found out his hands weren't quite empty.
"Ouch!" I complained as he flicked his wet hands at me. I yelled at him, and chased him out of my room, where Dad insisted he actually brush his teeth. Phew.
"What've you got?" I asked him suspiciously.
"Something you want..."
"What? James, what?" I questioned eagerly. James pulled out his hands. They were empty. Disappointed, I put aside my book, and found out his hands weren't quite empty.
"Ouch!" I complained as he flicked his wet hands at me. I yelled at him, and chased him out of my room, where Dad insisted he actually brush his teeth. Phew.