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☮[Elizabeth]☮ asked:

The Little White House

“Are we there yet?” Sam kept on looking up the window then to me.
“Ana are we there yet?” I was fully annoyed. Do you know how little brothers are annoying? With there whinny comment?
“Sam hush, we`ll be there in 20 min.” luckily my mom was on my side.
“But I’m soo bored and I gotta ***!” Sam frowned.
“Well *** in your pants” I looked out the window “nothing but ocean of grass and tree.” I turned up the mp3
“Ana whatcha listening?” Sam pushed his big head in front of me.
“Get your big watermelon head and sit on your seat!” I snapped at him and look out the window again.
“I just wanna know what you’re listening no need to be grouchy” Sam pouted.
“MOM! are we there yet?” Sam sighed.
I turned up my song some more blocking out the Sam Headache.
“Honey what are you listening?” my dad said looking up from the mirror in front of me.
“I **** this part by Pussycat Dolls” I mumbled.
Sam kept on whinnying, mom kept on talking, dad kept on asking, and I kept on having a brain ache.
“MOM are we there yet?” Sam asked again.
“Yes honey 2 min.” Mom smiled at Sam.
I looked at my black nails with white pokadots on them and closed my eyes. When will this end? Since mom and dad is going to Hawaii for the summer for only 2 of them, and since we never met our Aunt, look what we gotten into.
“Were here kids!” Mom smiled with joy. I looked out the window, there I saw a friendly-looking Aunt, dress in pink-colored shirt with jeans and sandals. Looking like a regular Aunt which I enjoy.
“She looks creepy” Sam shivered.
“She looks normal! and she`s even wearing pink!” I half smiled. Pink?
Eww.
“Jake! Big sister!” her smile was very bright and heart-warming.
“Sam! Ana! This is your aunt Ella, say hi!” Mom smiled and pushed us a little.
“My my! There just cute how old are they?” Ella beamed at mom and dad.
“Ana is thirteen, and Sam just turned five.” Mom rubbed Sam arm.
“Well Ella, it was very pleasing to see you again, but we got to run and catch the plane, take care and be good.” he looked at Sam and I then kissed our cheeks.
We walked into Ella mouth-watering aroma of brownies, chocolate chip cookies, and sugar cookies house.
“Would you like some? Freshly made and we even have whip cream on the side, with milk.” Ella smiled and pointed the hall with stairs.
“On the left is Ana`s and on the right is Sam, in the middle is the bathroom, you can even put your supplies there. I`m right next to Sam`s. If you have any questions I’m over there.” Ella smiled faded after the clank of her bedroom door.
“This place is creepier then that Aunt.” Sam shivered.
“I actually like the little white house.” I smiled and picked up the sugar cookie.
“Well I don`t, it`s really creepy.” Sam picked up the brownie.
“Scaredy-Cat.” I smiled and drank some milk, and put my sugar cookie in the whip cream.
“Can I sleep with you Ana? I don`t like this place! it`s giving me the Goosebumps.” Sam showed his arm, and they were covered with Goosebumps.
“Alight, alight. Go change into your pj`s, I`ll put the snacks in the refrigerator, don`t forget to brush your teeth. And I`ll be there in a few minutes.” I yelled to him.
“Okay!” he walked out of his room with army printing on his pj`s and holding his transformer blanket.
I laughed and smiled at the living room, then switched off the living room light. I actually did like the little white house.

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