Pennsylvania, 2007 (Present Day) 371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3LPSFpBb0i
Note: Mavy's Viewpoints
Have you ever experienced being the eldest brother of the family? Or currently, being the one?
If yes, I know, completely know, how it feels. I have been standing as the big brother of the family. And trust me, it is really hard for me. The responsibility in the house when your parents left the house will be put on both your shoulders.
Really piqued at that thought, just come to think of it.
And I remember that absolutely unforgettable time when we, my siblings and I, were left alone for something at the house. Well, it was not really our house since our aunt was living with us.
She was the one living with us, to be exact, and to use the right sentence.
We are living here since I was born, then we remained here when Malcolm and Mavis were born. Now, we are living here at this simple house with my aunt, growing some brains while the school's out.
It is summer, so the time and atmosphere are really hot.
We cannot go out since the house was under our rules for now: me, Malcolm, and Mavis. Mom, Dad, including Aunt Beth. So currently, we have the house to ourselves, but we cannot do anything. We are not allowed to go out.
Our mom and dad were the first to leave, they said they have to do something, which they did not tell us what. Then, Aunt Beth told us she was going to leave, going to one of her old schoolmates' house.
"Remember what I told you: you are not allowed to go outside," she had said. "I forbid you since there is no one going to be left here if you leave. Now, what will you do?"
We sighed, rolling our eyes.
"Close all the doors, check the windows always, and the cars pulling over in front," we had answered, not interested in that discussion anymore.
We are being treated like kids. I mean, we are teenagers now, we can do anything we want. Mavis was so infuriated, stomping her feet when our aunt left.
Speaking of her, when we were kids, that unforgettable thing that I was broaching earlier was the time when she got to her first period.
Jeez, I will call it a catastrophe.
Not having any sister or mom or aunt at the house because they left at that memory, she was freaking out. We were freaking out.
Of course, boys know nothing about that crap. And as for Mavis, she was just locked inside the bathroom, crying, thinking she was going to die. Even me, I thought she was going to die. You know, because of that...gore. Coming out of her.
Oh, gross.
We were screaming inside the house, Malcolm was running around the house as though he was being chased by something or someone, whatever it is he is always thinking. If it is hard to read his mind these days, then so was he at that time. Even harder.
He was so immature!
We were calling Mom and Dad, but they said it will be fine and they were on their way.
I mean, what kind of answer is that? Their daughter was going to die, and all they were saying was "it will be fine"?
Since they always said every time they were leaving us alone if there was a problem to call Mrs. Dotty Jones next door, we called her. And like what Mom had said over the phone, she said it will be fine and that nothing is wrong with her.
Nothing? What about that blood?
"It's fine, dear," she had said, smiling at us. "Nothing is wrong with your sister. She is just having her first period. Do you know that? Now, where is she?"
Stupid me, why did not I think of that? And how come Mavis did not? I thought all the girls know everything about themselves? Argh, I don't know. I'm not a girl, so I will never stick my nose in their own business again.
Now, to reality and the present day, I am in my bedroom, lying as I stared at the ceiling. It was so quiet just lying here. Abruptly, I heard not "a knock" — like what people actually say — but knocks on the door.
I stared at the door for a few seconds before saying, "Come in."
Mavis stuck her head in, wearing her usual red cap that was placed on her head backward. She went inside completely and closed the door behind her. She was wearing again those clothes: a red-striped, large long-sleeves (that she kept unbuttoned) with an also large, white T-shirt beneath it, a pair of faded jeans, and her favorite white high-tops.
"How're my new clothes? What do you think about them?"
I know what she was trying to do: starting a calm conversation with me because I know why she was dressed like that. And she only visits my room if she needs something.
I sat up, looking at her blankly. "Fascinating," I said flatly, looking at her still blankly. "What do you need?" I questioned vexation could be heard at my voice.
"Jeez, can't I just visit my big brother in his room? What has happened to you these days?" she said, frowning as she fixed the sleeves of her "new clothes," but I remained annoyed. "You were never like that," she mumbled.
"Well, what has happened to you forever?"I retorted. "You only visit me when you need something. Now, what is it?" I asked again, raising one of my eyebrows at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Fine. I do need something," she conceded, finally. "Could I borrow money from you? I had just asked Malcolm, but he said he does not want to let me borrow any from him. Now, come on. Could I borrow some?"
I sighed — kind of a groan, actually — then handed took my wallet. I handed her just enough for her. "But, there is a deal," I crossed my arms, grinning.
She rolled her eyes again. "Of course there is," she muttered. "What is the deal?"
"You will wash the door for the whole week — no — a month. You have to wash the dishes for the whole month of August."
She groaned then nodded. "Fine." She turned back to the door and gripped the knob. And before she could leave, I asked her something. Something that I had just realized.
"What do you need the money for?" I asked, raising one of my brows once again.
She turned bug-eyed suddenly. Both her eyebrows were raised. She was thinking of a lie.
"Do not even think about lying," I informed her. "I know you're thinking of a good lie. Now, come on. Spill it!" I ordered a tone of authority on my voice.
She turned to me, straightening herself. "I'm going out with my friends! We're going to watch that movie that had just released: Belowdog?"
I stared blankly at her. Even the movies, she can't remember the title? Seriously? "You mean 'Underdog,'" I corrected. I don't know if she said it wrong on purpose just to lighten the atmosphere or not, because she had done it recently.
"You know we're forbidden," I told her, "unless you're deaf."
"Heck, yeah, she is deaf," Malcolm entered the room, grinning. He always likes to tease and annoy Mavis. They may be born in the same year, but they do not get along pretty well. They share the same year: nineteen ninety-one. Malcolm was born on the fifteenth of January and Mavis is born on the twenty-ninth of December. And lastly, me, the oldest, I was born on the fourteenth of November, nineteen eighty-eight (I am turning nineteen this year).
"Can you stop that?" she hissed. "Aren't you getting tired teasing me all day, all week, all month, all year?"
"Obviously, I do not," Malcolm told her, scornfully. "I will never be tired ruining your day. As a matter of fact, ruining your day is my happiness!"
Mavis groaned and brought her fist up, ready to throw a blow at her elder brother, but I stopped her, doing my job as the eldest brother among us three.
"Okay, stop!" I stood up. "You, Malcolm, just go to your room and stop annoying Mavis; I'm getting annoyed by you too," I ordered.
He glared at me, stomping his feet like an immature person he was meant to be, and went to the door, slamming it hard behind him. Then, he started yelling some words that I could literally hear. "...Whatever, Grandpa!... Just go resting in your room, practicing on walking properly with your stick-to-rely-on-for-dear-life!... Jeez, Mavy's so old! Could you people see it?" Then, I heard a slam from downstairs, that could only mean he slammed his door. Hard.
He's such an immature mammal, dang. He should really stay in his room until he grows some brains.
"Goodness, what happened to him?" Mavis said quietly, shaking her head in disappointment.
"And you," I said to her, "can't the movies wait? We are going to get in more trouble if you continue your plan. Just go to the movies some other day! Dang, you both should definitely start following rules."
She rolled her eyes once again.
I wonder, what if she does that many times and one day, her eyes remained like that forever.
"We're teenagers!" she pointed. "We can do anything we want, and not just follow stupid rules just because they told us to. They cannot treat us like kids anymore."
I sighed. "Fine. But be quick, got it?"
She leaped in excitement and turned to the door, closing it after her.
Er..."Thank you, Mavy"? Argh. They should absolutely learn many things in life. They cannot even say a thank you, gee.
I groaned and fell back on the bed, grabbing my phone. I texted our parents, apologizing that Mavis went out of the house even though it was forbidden.
Mavy: Mom, I am sorry. Mavis was so stubborn!371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMeeQcLAuK
Mom: Where is your sister going?371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoM5Ba6pA7K
Mavy: To the movies, going to watch Underdog, she let me know.
Mom: Okay, that's fine. But did you and Malcolm stay?371Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrMfS1MVXjK
Mavy: Absolutely.
I sighed and threw my phone back at the side of the bed. This is so boring, I thought, irritated. What could I do instead of hanging around here in my room?
I grabbed my basketball and started dribbling, attempting to cure my boredom. But as if that did help. I groaned. "This is so boring! Why can't Mavis just stay here so I would not be stuck here in complete boredom."
* * *
My eyes opened. Wow. I fell asleep. That was good.
I sat up and yelling sounds rang on my ears. It was coming from downstairs. I stood up and went outside, managing down the stairs. I saw my aunt and parents, yelling at each other.
When I looked around, I saw Malcolm and Mavis standing in the corner; Mavis was patting his shoulder and Malcolm was keeping his head down as though he was ashamed or something.
What happened?
Did he do something?
I ran to both of my siblings and looked at Malcolm. "What is the prob?" I asked, raising one of my eyebrows, and keeping my voice down and quiet.
Mavis shrugged, her face saying that something completely bad had happened. "Malcolm broke the vase that Aunt used to love so much. Remember the vase she has just bought last week? The one that she said that means the world to her? That is the vase that he broke," she told me, importantly.
I shook my head, sighing. We are going to be in big trouble. I know Aunt could not care about people sometimes. She could do that to us.
Her relatives.
Her family.
"Why did you do that, Malcolm?" I interrogated him. "You know how Aunt could be sometimes when we destroy something that means the world to her!" I told him.
But he just shrugged.
Maybe that was because of earlier. Goodness, I hope she will not say the words that I fear the most. aThat we, me, my dad, my mom, Mavis, and Malcolm, fear the most.
Then, out of the blue, she said it. The word that would and could only make us apologize a million times!
"Pack your things!" she yelled, sternly.
Here it comes —
"Leave my house!"
We fear it because we got nowhere else to live in.
We're homeless now.
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