Thursday, May 13, 2004

CECIL!!! Oh wait... Not Cecil? O_o;
Forgot about this, heh. Got side tracked… When I came back, friends thought Mike had killed me, lol. >_>;

Well, anyway, coming back to story, I woke up early, cause Jimmy and the boys had practice, and it would be by that time that Mike would get home with mom, ready to kill me if his plushie was gone. So, Aran ran about, waking up all my brothers—it seemed over night, they found out, and they knew that although I lost Cecil, I’d blame them, and they’d be the ones getting hit, not me, lol (That’s the joy of being the only sibling Mike cares about, lol). So, the boys immediately got up. Each one looked as if he were ready to kill me… especially the ever-so-tranquil Gavin, who never hurt anybody. He was the serene one after all, always being the voice of reason, and the only brother I have who is the civilized one in our family. Not to mention, he’s very rare in the eyes of our family, a blond is very rare in Hispanic families— there are a few, but they’re usually half American, but Gavin is one hundred percent El Salvadorian, and for that, many in our family find him special… I find him to be special ED, though, lol. >_>

Anyway, waking up, all Gavin said to me was, “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!” and he smacked me upside the head with a spoon! Nothing new… I bet if any of you smacked me upside the head with something, you’d find it funny, too, lol. There’s just something about my head that people can’t get enough of some like the odd noise I make when I get hit—others like the blank face I make—others like the fact that they’re hitting me… it’s just a big, evil cycle of pain. Well, after my encounter with Gavin, we looked outside to see if Cecil was still there. We looked up at the trees, and once spotted, Alex tried again. He climbed up, and hit his head on a branch… and he fell. He climbed up again, and he slipped… and he fell… again. And he climbed up again, and he got to Cecil, but whilst gloating, he fell back, fell off the branch, dropped Cecil getting him stuck back up there again, landed on another branch, not in a friendly spot, though (>_>;) and he fell… again. And he started to climb up, but then Cameron yanked him back down, told him he was a disgrace, and then, Cameron climbed up. It seemed Cameron—being the smallest of my brothers at 6’0”, he was able to climb up, and grab Cecil. But, when he stared at the plushie, he threw it at Alex’s head, where it ricocheted off his head (Not sure how…) and in to my head, lol. It was then I remembered, it was not Cecil I had thrown outside, but this old Sephiroth plushie Mike gave me.

All the boys turned, and glared. Being glared at isn’t a good sign coming from them… unless they’re glaring at someone hiding behind, or standing before me. This was not one of those situations, and for that, I ran. Ran through the door, and into the den, hiding behind the TV. Peeking out from behind, I saw the Game Cube, and the controller—leading right to Cecil. Of all places… I looked in every room—including places I’d never venture to, a.k.a. Cameron’s bed. I also went through hell, going through all the junk in Aran’s room, and one of his weights fell on me O_O; I screamed loudly when that happened, heh. I cleaned my room (Which is messier than all my brothers’ rooms put together, lol) I opened my closet, which was horrible, because then, I was trampled by thousands of sports gear—Football pads, helmets, cleats, shoulder pads, footballs, soccer balls, more cleats, old uniforms, hockey masks, pucks, hockey sticks, goalie masks, padding for hockey, skates, basket balls, sweat bands, my knee brace (Yay! ^_^), that old pool stick I use to smack Cameron with, lol. and I also found other junk… I would ask mom why we had to keep all that junk if they don’t even need it anymore… but… that’s a lie sadly enough, heh. Well, once I found Cecil, the door swung open, and Mike was bouncing about, which is normal… he’s like a big four-year-old, lol. You can bribe him with a quarter, and he’ll be good for you… you tell him he’s a bad, horrible child, he’ll get pissed, but then he’ll get all sad like, and ignore you the rest of the day… we’re not even sure if he really is seventeen, lol. Well, when he got in, he ran past all of us, yanked me from behind the TV, and yelled, “CECIL!” I just stared, and he put me down, and in a more civilized way, said, “Hi… um… I forget your name (-_-;) now, where is my Cecil?” lol. See what I mean about my name problem? And he turned, and there was Cecil, on his back, half-dead like, lol. Mike grabbed him, nodded contentedly at me, and walked off with him in his pocket, humming. Then, he ran back in. “HEY! CECIL IS MISSING A THREAD OF HIS HAIR!” We all pointed at Cameron while he wasn’t looking and I could see Mike glaring, and then, Cameron yelled, “IT WAS… um… tickie!” but, by the time he said that, I ran off, dove, and slipped right through the dog door (I finally fit like I once did before! Yay!) But, I walked back into the room a little after, and sat down next to Alex, who was eating popcorn… I always wanted to eat popcorn whilst watching Cameron get his ass kicked by Mike, lol… O_o; wow… my friend was right… I am bad, lol.
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