There's something about the way the hair falls in your face.
Jodi's Story:
It was a fairly uneventful afternoon. The parental units were out for the evening, off to dinner or some other occasion, and only my siblings and I were left to hold down the house…with the assistance of a baby sitter of course. Being only so many things one can do in the company of such a caretaker, my sister and I meandered off my room to play a bit of an imagination game. Considering we lived in the cruel circumstance that my parents had chosen not only to neglect our desires and deny us the RIGHT to a plastic playhouse out of doors, as well as one of those super deluxe Barbie houses, we were forced to play an avid camping game. The camp? My closet. The campers? Jenni and I. Brian was out in the living room watching some otherwise restricted Television Show, and we innocently continued our game. Brian beckoned to me and I assured my younger counterpart that I would return "home" shortly. However, the pull of the pixelated screen was so great, and I found myself sitting in such a stupor for over an hour. During a commercial break, I remembered with horror that I had left Jenni alone in the closet, pinned in by the chair and laundry hamper we used as the door. The two of us scurried back, and to our amusement, she was resting soundly on the floor. Brian smiled. His eyes gleamed. He ran to his room and grabbed his metal handcuffs, the one where the key only worked half of the time. He took her wrist in one hand, and the chair in the other and slyly cuffed her to it. We snickered, thinking it a brilliant joke and that the babysitter would come along soon and reprimand the two of us and we could free her. It was not as such. She was engrossed in one of the earlier seasons of 7th heaven, the one without so many kids, and didn’t give thought to the third Brashear child. It was to my parents horror to meander into my room and see the child chained mercilessly to the bar of metal. Screeching something about house fires, my father demanded my brother unlock her from the chamber. He shrugged and said he didn’t know where the key was. During this bout of insanity, my sister awoke. Noticing her predicament, she flailed about, yelling in horror trying to free her self. After calming her down and explaining that she was not about to be sold into slavery of any kind, my brother entered the room and loosed her bonds. I am pleased to announce that she has not chosen to partake in a closet nap since.
Jenni's Story:
Okay so, one time, when Jodi, Brian, and me were little, we had a babysitter who obviously didn’t give a shit about us. So Brian and Jodi started making fun of me. Well, Brian was making fun of me and Jodi was just laughing. So, I got really pissed off and crawled into the corner of Jodi’s closet and sat there and cried. Eventually, I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was asleep but when I woke up, I tried to wipe the drool off of my mouth. But, I couldn’t. I looked up at my hand to see that .. it was HANDCUFFED TO A FUCKING BEDPOST. Now I wasn’t particularly happy about this. I screamed and I yelled and once again as I said before, my baby sitter didn’t give a shit. If she did, she would’ve came and tried to at least unhandcuff me. Well, Brian and Jodi, being the GOOD children they were, came and… laughed at me. I started crying and Brian said that he had lost the key to the handcuffs. I started screaming and kicking and doing anything I possibly could to get those damn handcuffs off. After what it seemed 5 hours later, my dad and my mom came home. They really didn’t care either, considering they were yelling at Brian ands Jodi for about an hour, forgetting about me locked up all alone in a filthy closet. Finally, after my dad remembered me, he got the handcuffs off of me and let’s just say I never fell asleep in another closet again.
She was obviously a bit more infuriated. I really like this whole double point of view thing.
Tally ho!
It was a fairly uneventful afternoon. The parental units were out for the evening, off to dinner or some other occasion, and only my siblings and I were left to hold down the house…with the assistance of a baby sitter of course. Being only so many things one can do in the company of such a caretaker, my sister and I meandered off my room to play a bit of an imagination game. Considering we lived in the cruel circumstance that my parents had chosen not only to neglect our desires and deny us the RIGHT to a plastic playhouse out of doors, as well as one of those super deluxe Barbie houses, we were forced to play an avid camping game. The camp? My closet. The campers? Jenni and I. Brian was out in the living room watching some otherwise restricted Television Show, and we innocently continued our game. Brian beckoned to me and I assured my younger counterpart that I would return "home" shortly. However, the pull of the pixelated screen was so great, and I found myself sitting in such a stupor for over an hour. During a commercial break, I remembered with horror that I had left Jenni alone in the closet, pinned in by the chair and laundry hamper we used as the door. The two of us scurried back, and to our amusement, she was resting soundly on the floor. Brian smiled. His eyes gleamed. He ran to his room and grabbed his metal handcuffs, the one where the key only worked half of the time. He took her wrist in one hand, and the chair in the other and slyly cuffed her to it. We snickered, thinking it a brilliant joke and that the babysitter would come along soon and reprimand the two of us and we could free her. It was not as such. She was engrossed in one of the earlier seasons of 7th heaven, the one without so many kids, and didn’t give thought to the third Brashear child. It was to my parents horror to meander into my room and see the child chained mercilessly to the bar of metal. Screeching something about house fires, my father demanded my brother unlock her from the chamber. He shrugged and said he didn’t know where the key was. During this bout of insanity, my sister awoke. Noticing her predicament, she flailed about, yelling in horror trying to free her self. After calming her down and explaining that she was not about to be sold into slavery of any kind, my brother entered the room and loosed her bonds. I am pleased to announce that she has not chosen to partake in a closet nap since.
Jenni's Story:
Okay so, one time, when Jodi, Brian, and me were little, we had a babysitter who obviously didn’t give a shit about us. So Brian and Jodi started making fun of me. Well, Brian was making fun of me and Jodi was just laughing. So, I got really pissed off and crawled into the corner of Jodi’s closet and sat there and cried. Eventually, I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I was asleep but when I woke up, I tried to wipe the drool off of my mouth. But, I couldn’t. I looked up at my hand to see that .. it was HANDCUFFED TO A FUCKING BEDPOST. Now I wasn’t particularly happy about this. I screamed and I yelled and once again as I said before, my baby sitter didn’t give a shit. If she did, she would’ve came and tried to at least unhandcuff me. Well, Brian and Jodi, being the GOOD children they were, came and… laughed at me. I started crying and Brian said that he had lost the key to the handcuffs. I started screaming and kicking and doing anything I possibly could to get those damn handcuffs off. After what it seemed 5 hours later, my dad and my mom came home. They really didn’t care either, considering they were yelling at Brian ands Jodi for about an hour, forgetting about me locked up all alone in a filthy closet. Finally, after my dad remembered me, he got the handcuffs off of me and let’s just say I never fell asleep in another closet again.
She was obviously a bit more infuriated. I really like this whole double point of view thing.
Tally ho!