Me and My Sister (1)

The Coke Bottle

Okay, this was actually pretty awesome. It happened one weekend when my mom was doing some work at her school and my dad was taking a nap.
Now, we'd just gotten home from a shopping trip, and in the car, I'd done something that my dad got really mad at me for. I think I had been spilling crumbs all over the floor while he was already yelling at us for being messy. He was tired and stressed, so he called me 'useless' or something. When he went in the house, leaving us to clean, Phoebe and I devised a plan of revenge - while he took his nap, we'd sneak ice cream, Coke, and candy into her closet and pig out. I finished cleaning the car first, and when I went back inside, my dad apologized and so did I, and we made up. When Phoebe came in, she was shocked that I'd forgiven him that fast. I told her I didn't want to do the revenge plan anymore because he apologized, and she got mad at me and said, "Yes, you are!"
So anyway, my dad took his nap, and while he was sleeping, Phoebe and I were pouring the Coke (I wasn't doing it for revenge; I was just in the mood for Coke). Without thinking, we used up the last of it, and then we got worried that our mom - who got the Coke mostly for herself - would find out and get mad. We decided to put the cap on and put the bottle in the returnables and maybe no one would notice.
But I took the Coke bottle into the living room and threw it in the air, and then I caught it. Phoebe's eyes bugged out.
"Don't do that!" she hissed. "We don't want to wake him up!"
I laughed that off and kept tossing it. Once, I threw it high enough that it brushed the ceiling, and then I caught it with one hand. Phoebe started trying, but then we started having an argument about who could throw it higher. Phoebe started calling me names, and eventually I got so mad that I splashed water on her. She did the same to me. I found her candy box and then dumped it out on the stairs.
This awoke my dad, who was mad, and told us to go to our rooms. We did, but only after Phoebe karate kicked me a few times, pulled my hair, and grabbed my face. Then Phoebe came into my room, and not leaving. We called each other names. After that, partially made up and shared candy, but then I got a spray bottle and sprayed her if she came into my room when I told her not to.
Eventually, I resorted to getting her out of my room by force. I managed to get her onto my bed, and we began wrestling. She was on top of me, but I finally got on top of her and pinned her arms down. She then used her legs to get me off of her, and began grabbing my face again. I tried using my feet to kick her arms away, but my foot slipped and hit her in the face. She started crying, so I apologized and then got an idea - we should keep wrestling, to practice self-defense in case someone ever had us pinned down. So we kept wrestling. My dad heard the racket, came into the room, and ordered her to go to her room. We made up, and my dad slept the rest of his nap in peace, but that fight - although quite painful - was pretty fun!