Late Night Fun (Dylan S., Grade 5

Late Night Fun By Dylan S., Grade 5

Sometimes your siblings’ role is to torment you, and tear you down. They’re like rats scampering around the floor, taunting you. They’re like lazy squirrels high up in the trees, mocking the dogs down below. They always slip through the cracks and get to your weak spots. You might feel like they’re just out to get you, and that’s all they want. Like some days you fight with them like they’re your sworn enemies. That’s the part of you that wants them out of your life. But some days the part of you that loves them comes out, and you might have a good time with them. Sometimes they make you so mad, you just want to leave the face of the earth. You might want to just take them out in a single blow. Inside, you know you can’t do it since the trouble lurking on the other end is not worth getting into. So you’re just lost. However, that’s not always the case. There are many times in which they feel like a winter coat, wrapping you tightly and protecting you from the cold. People really don’t understand that siblings aren’t always the most dreadful beings on earth. They don’t understand that siblings can be good.

I can remember clearly the time my brothers and I stirred up trouble while my parents were away. It had been a cold Winter day, and the fog created a frosty backdrop outside. We were alone, awaiting our 28 year old brother Julian's arrival on the stairs. It was a quiet day, and the longer we sat on the stairs, the more I felt like an icicle melting on a sunny rooftop. Currently, it was me, my siblings, Aven, Arya, and our grandmother, who was staying with us for the time being. Earlier that day, our parents had left for Las Vegas. They told us to be good while they were gone, and to not stay up too late. We really hadn’t done anything wrong for the whole day, just everything we usually do. I was just about to ask for dinner when the doorbell rang. Ding! As the cold, icy air floated upon us, Julian came in with his dog Kobe. The lights around me blurred as I stood up since I had been sitting for so long. We ate the food Julian had brought and then, to start the fun, we played a board game called Clue. It was fun, and great entertainment. I thought I was winning, but it turned out that Aven had all the clues and knew exactly who it was. Our game ended around eight o’clock. Minutes later we started playing video games on our Nintendo Switch. The game was a racing game called Mario Kart. The first races were a breeze, and it was the last race, or the fourth race in the Grand Prix. We were all close in rank. 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. Arya was only five at the time, so she was in last place, 12th. The countdown started: 3, 2, 1, GO!, and the race was off to a start. I had fallen off the track and hit the wall in the first two turns. So many players passed by. Julian’s screen read in bold, “1ST PLACE!” Mine showed a disappointing 7th place. We all knew Julian was the oldest. We all knew that he was in charge. If we did something bad, bad things could happen. I reflected on the time when he pinned me down on the street. We were going to John and Vinny’s, an Italian restaurant. It was a long wait to get in, so we went to get bagels at Yeastie Boys. Julian and I were fighting over a bagel, so he pinned me down right in the middle of the sidewalk to end the fight. I have definitely learned my lesson to not mess with him. As my mind swirled back into the present, I hit a mystery cube. I saw the item circle spinning round and round. The rocket! I used it right away blasting past the defending 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th place racers. I was trailing Julian rounding the final turn of the second lap. I was catching up! Just as I was about to pass him, I heard the noise. The dreaded noise. The buzz of the phone. Julian, being the oldest brother, picked up the phone. It was my parents.