Slowly, quietly, the self acclaimed she-ninja crept across the bedroom floor, to the foot of the large bed. Crouching down into a very uncomfortable position, she waited for her enemy. For a moment, the room was still and silent, her staggered breathing was the only audible sound. Every muscle in her body tensed as the bedroom door suddenly swung open, and her oldest sister entered the room. Sluggishly, the older sister traversed the dirty bedroom floor, and collapsed onto the bed, and into a trap.

Impishly, the young ninja sprang from her hiding place at the foot of the bed, and began hollering at the top of her lungs, making the most ungodly noises a person could possibly make. The startled older sister jerked upward and let out an awful scream. The younger sister fell to the floor laughing at her sisters’ distress. After a brief moment of confusion, the older sister grabbed a few throw pillows from her bed and bombarded her younger sister, who retreated to her bedroom.

Moral of the story: I always check to see where my younger sister is when I get home from school.