“You know it isn’t a party without me!” Tinsley proclaimed, sticking her tongue out at her step-brother, who stuck his back out at her.
“I am calling dad,” Nick N threatened, “You were supposed to be grounded.”
“Noooo,” Tinsley fought back, “I_ was _supposed to be getting mom her cookies from Emica (my sister). You were supposed to call when you left the hospital.” She stomped her foot in a final defiance and stormed off towards the back rooms, where Em was probably hanging out.
“I hate her,” NicK N declared as he plopped down on the couch.
“You can’t,” I said, sitting next to him, “She is your family, whether you like it or not.”He gave me a ‘whatever’ look. “AND! She is at my house more than she is home. So don’t give me that.” I stuck my tongue out at him as my victory. He quickly leaned forward, to most likely tickle me, but I was yanked up from the couch by a forceful hand just in time, and half-a-second later, I found myself sitting on Sammy in the chair next to the couch.
“Hi sweetie,” she said.