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speedy
josh
CHAPTER TWO~
I woke up the next morning. It was 11:25. “Yikes!” I yelled I did my crazy-late morning fast routine and flew down the stairs. There was a flash light hanging from the ceiling. No one was there. I went to my mom and dad’s room they were asleep I looked outside the window it was dark I went to Joe’s room and there was Joe with his silly mischievous grin on his fat chubby face. “You… Little!” I pounced on top of Joe and nudged his ears. “Did you set the clock, close the curtains so I wouldn’t see it is dark and hang the flashlight so I would think it is the sun!” ”Did you!?DID YOU?!” I kept on nudging his ears. He kept saying ouch.“Yes ouch!”He stammered.” Will you do it again?” I asked. “No, no! ‘’ he said. Then I let him go he went back to his bed. His years were burning red. I went back to my bed. I woke up the next morning (the real morning.)At 8:00. So I got my DS light and started playing super Mario Smash Bro. Then I heard footsteps from my doorway. I looked at my door way no one was there. I looked at the time on my DS. It was 10:59. I snapped my DS shut and went to the closet, got my soccer practice suit dressed up.
I went to the living room at the breakfast table and poured my milk and cereal my mom was there. “Where’s dad” I asked. “Meeting.” She answered. “You are very early. Since you are so early I will cancel your punishment.” She said. I grinned “So…” Joe’s voice butted her off. “He doesn’t deserve he doesn’t deserve it! He nudged my ear hard last night!” Joe howled. Stupid monster Joe I thought. “Never mind.” She sighed. “Why did you nudge Joe’s ear Josh?” asked mom. “Joe did a nasty trick on me. He…” “That’s enough.” said my mother. “You both will receive a punishment of no dessert for a week. I moaned. Joe howled. "Thanks a lot" I said to Joe. "You’re welcome." he said, sounding sad himself. "Eat a healthy breakfast for the soccer practice.'' She said. I groaned a soccer practice without sugar and with soggy cereal. This was going to be the worst they ever.
We went to the soccer field practice area there were my team mates waiting. Mom dropped me off and drove away. "Aggh there you are Josh." said my coach Mr. Aren. My team was tigers and they were twister. I went on the field. I was goalie. Ppllerrrttttt! The whistle blew a twister kicked the ball and went straight above my head into the goal. Then another, then another and so on. PPPllerrrttt! My coach blew the whistled again. The score was Tiger: 19. Twister: 47. Tigers moaned and Twisters cheered. Maybe this WILL be the worst day.
jacob
Ha! This sentense is so funny. Oops, I just got caught reading it by my little monster brother.
ziit
My Baby Brother is a Monster
Chapter 1. I Get Told-off Really Badly by Mum
Look, I didn’t want to have a brother like mine, all right? Well, basically, he’s a monster, and a very nasty one so you might not want to encounter him for your own good. You’d better close this book and shove it back into your bookshelf in the attic for it to get dusty or get nibbled on by rats if you are also one of the doomed guys who have monsters for brothers. Because if you think your brother is one, you wouldn’t want to be caught red-handed by your baby brother reading this book. But if you don’t have any baby brother who is a monster, I don’t mind you reading this book. (Dear. readers who have baby brothers-actually, it’s a hilarious book if you get to read it till the end before ending up in your brother’s stomach.) Yeah, I hear you saying how the heck you’re supposed to know whether your baby brother is a monster or not. You can practically know that if you find your favorite toy beheaded or if you find your room in a mess with many of your stuff missing with bits of them displayed on the floor. Well, enough of all this chit-chatting. I’ll introduce myself to you now.
Hi. I’m Joshua Donald although I would prefer being called Josh. I’m 10 years old, and I live in a small town called East Henton in California. I go to a school called Henton Elementary School. I live with my baby brother Joe, who is going to turn five in May, my mum, and my dad, although he goes on a lot of business trips and I barely see him about twice a 3 weeks. I’m not abnormal or troubled, but I think I’m going nuts! Well… the whole business started one Saturday morning in the middle of June, which was the summer holiday.
Mum hollered “WAKE UP JOSH! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO DO SO!” but when she realized I was not planning to get up, she said something about if I was still asleep even after she came back from the supermarket, I would have to get the punishment. (which I’m going to tell you later) I have to admit I was being real lazy, but I just couldn’t help falling asleep again since I slept late yesterday because I was busy secretly playing on my Nintendo DS. So just before I fell back asleep with my hands covering my ears, I shoved my DS under my bed. But about after half an hour, because of Joe’s horrible singing, I woke up feeling as if I’ve been hit in the head with a hammer or something. I’m not exaggerating or anything, but… it’s almost even worse than the sound made when you screech your blackboard with your nails. Because of Mum’s orders, I sluggishly ambled towards the bathroom feeling dizzy. I usually just slept till I woke up myself, which was 11:00 a.m, but Mum had warned me that if she found me still asleep when she returned from the supermarket, I’ll have to get the bitter consequences, which usually was stuff like “No Dessert for a Week.” Although you readers might laugh at this punishment, dessert was a vital thing for me. Just as I was changing into my jeans and Nike t-shirt and brushing my teeth at the same time in the livingroom, I heard the front door creaking open. I was thinking ‘Why do I have rotten luck all the time,’ while urgently running to the bathroom at my full speed. When I got to the bathroom, I was pretty sure that I would get caught by mum half dressed with a toothbrush in my mouth at 11:30 in the morning, but I quickly gargled my mouth, washed my face, and changed into my clothes. I did it as fast as I could, but assuming my eyesight was right, it seemed pretty clear to me that mom was approaching my room. I was about to run out of the bathroom when I saw the pajamas in the bathroom. Mum was going to think something was wrong if she saw those since they were always curled in a ball in the corner of my room. This was a dilemma. I had to make a choice; whether I would hurl it into my room or whether I would just leave it there. I would’ve chosen the first choice. However, it was very hard to throw it at the right spot. I just stood there staring at my room, until I realized how desperate I was if I wanted my delicious dessert. So I curled it in a ball, and tossed it into my room half-expecting it to land on the right spot, the corner where I always left my clothes after changing. And just like I half-expected, it did. It was a matter of seconds that Mum didn’t see me. I thought ‘maybe I’m didn’t have rotten luck at all!’ But it only took a few minutes to figure out that I was completely wrong.
I did have rotten luck. So this is how it went. I walked up to Mum, all dressed and my teeth as white as snow, and she was making so much fuss about it that I was actually starting to feel pretty good. (It was a rare occasion that I woke up and brushed my teeth when I was told to do so) She offered Joe and I an ice-cream and just as I was about to grab the ice-cream greedily, Joe started telling Mum about how I’ve tricked her, at what time I woke up at, and etc. Assuming by how my Mum’s face went redder every time Joe told her something. I couldn’t exactly understand everything single thing he was saying, but all I wanted to do was shove my old sock that had spider webs in his mouth. (I still don’t understand how mum understood Joe). But I knew it wasn’t wise to do that now, not in front of mum at least. Worst of all, Mum’s face began getting red. She began nodding vigorously. I thought ‘This is not going to be pretty.” I was prepared for more than the “No Dessert for a Week” punishment. I braced myself for the screams and as soon as I did, Mum began to yell at me. Seriously! You should hear her yell. I bet it’ll freak you out for a few days, and that was my mum did to get rid of my friends when they were playing at her house without her permission. And the problem is my friends who got screamed at by my mom try to avoid me, as if I was the one who screamed at them. I don’t really care if they avoid me or not, but the problem was… they spread weird rumors about me. Anyways, I got to tell you the yelling part. She yelled things like “JUST BECAUSE YOUR FATHER IS AWAY FOR A WHILE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN DISOBEY ME AND MISBEHAVE EVERYTIME!
After all that yelling, I quickly walked to my room and slammed my bedroom door. I put on my cap, took my allowance and went out. I knew mum wasn’t going to like it since I slammed many doors before going out, but I wanted to enjoy some peace. So I decided to go to Jackie’s ice-cream parlor. I was ordering a deluxe two-scoop Jackie’s special chocolate-flavored Mars-covered ice-cream just as I felt someone tap on my shoulders. I turned around to see my best friend, Nate, with a vanilla ice-cream clutched in his hand. We had an argument about which video game was the best. We finally agreed that Super Mario Bros was the best video game out yet. But our ice-creams were beginning to melt and that put an end to our little discussion since both of us were busy trying to avoid getting our ice-cream on our hands and clothes. Nate left before I did, and in addition to a friendly good-bye hi-five, he said “See you tomorrow Josh. Don’t forget to come to the soccer practice at two!” I just grinned and waved him good-bye. As I jogged off to my house, I didn’t have a single idea about what Joe could’ve done to my precious possessions. This noon, I figured out that Joe was not a normal baby brother.