Status: Discontinued
L.O.V.E. = Simply Contagious
A Family of the Intellectually Challenged
“Nicholette! You ARE helping me right?” I shouted as I see my dumbfounded fifteen year old
sister playing in the grass of our new front yard. I sighed in disappointment of how
immature she can be considering her age. “Hey Nichole,” I taunted her with a humorous
voice, pressuring a box of valuables on her head. “H.E.L.P. Y.O.U.R. C.U.T.E. L.I.T.T.L.E.
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. N.O.W!”
Why is my sister so…mentally challenged? She only looked up at me and giggled.
GIGGLED! My sister is extremely intelligent, but the way she’s so immature drives me
CRAZY! “Nicholette! Get back here and help me move the stuff into the frickin' house!”
Nicholette was fleeing from my wrath again, playing that game of of me being the
monster chasing her again. “Dem Dem, your so sloooow.” Nicolette smirked. She pisses
me off especially for an older sister.
“MOM! NICHOLE ISN'T HELPING!” I whined to mother. I shouldn’t have complain to my
mother. My mother, is the exact replica of my sister. No, mother isn’t helping move in the
furniture or valuables we have, oh no. Instead I find her drawing on father’s sleeping face
with a sharpie. Luckily, Father and I hid the whip cream from mother. It’s not that I hate my
family.
My family is just so…intellectually challenged. Father works a lot and comes home late. He
doesn’t go to bed, no, he jumps into the bed, messes with mom, and sleeps like a child.
Father is probably the only normal one in this family. Mother on the other hand, I have no
idea why Father asked her hand for marriage. My mother isn’t a drunk, she was proablby
dropped when she was a child. I think she dropped Nicholette when she was young too.
Mother does pretty much of the craziest stuff. She does pranks on everyone in the family. It’s
6:00 a.m. Time for school! How does mother wakes me up? She doesn’t soothe my back
or anything. She doesn’t use a cute voice to wake me up, “Sweetie! Wake up Dmetri! You
got school today!”
Do you know what she does? Monday: she barges in and shoots me with a nerf gun in
my bed. Tuesday: She pours a bucket of ice water on my face. Wednesday: Jumps into my
bed and tickles me to death. Thursday: Screams that someone has broke into our house
and have a short dramatic skit in my bedroom. Friday: Puts makeup, mascara, and blush
on my face in my sleep. And its funny, this is just LAST WEEK. She changes her activities to
wake me up in the morning weekly. Lucky for Nicholette that she’s an early bird.
I sighed at my traumatic moments with my family and stared at the new house. “It looks
the same as it did ten years ago huh?” I wondered.
“What do you mean?” Nicholette surprised me. “Ten years ago? We were still living in
the countryside ten years ago silly!” Nicholette poked my nose as I give her a death glare.
“Help me move the furniture into the house please?” I asked politely.
“Okay!” smiled Nicholette as she took the heavy box and lingered into the house.
My family life has been very stressful in the countryside where we lived not too long
ago. But I’m prepared for this new life in the city. I already made a will and gave it to father
just in case too.
sister playing in the grass of our new front yard. I sighed in disappointment of how
immature she can be considering her age. “Hey Nichole,” I taunted her with a humorous
voice, pressuring a box of valuables on her head. “H.E.L.P. Y.O.U.R. C.U.T.E. L.I.T.T.L.E.
B.R.O.T.H.E.R. N.O.W!”
Why is my sister so…mentally challenged? She only looked up at me and giggled.
GIGGLED! My sister is extremely intelligent, but the way she’s so immature drives me
CRAZY! “Nicholette! Get back here and help me move the stuff into the frickin' house!”
Nicholette was fleeing from my wrath again, playing that game of of me being the
monster chasing her again. “Dem Dem, your so sloooow.” Nicolette smirked. She pisses
me off especially for an older sister.
“MOM! NICHOLE ISN'T HELPING!” I whined to mother. I shouldn’t have complain to my
mother. My mother, is the exact replica of my sister. No, mother isn’t helping move in the
furniture or valuables we have, oh no. Instead I find her drawing on father’s sleeping face
with a sharpie. Luckily, Father and I hid the whip cream from mother. It’s not that I hate my
family.
My family is just so…intellectually challenged. Father works a lot and comes home late. He
doesn’t go to bed, no, he jumps into the bed, messes with mom, and sleeps like a child.
Father is probably the only normal one in this family. Mother on the other hand, I have no
idea why Father asked her hand for marriage. My mother isn’t a drunk, she was proablby
dropped when she was a child. I think she dropped Nicholette when she was young too.
Mother does pretty much of the craziest stuff. She does pranks on everyone in the family. It’s
6:00 a.m. Time for school! How does mother wakes me up? She doesn’t soothe my back
or anything. She doesn’t use a cute voice to wake me up, “Sweetie! Wake up Dmetri! You
got school today!”
Do you know what she does? Monday: she barges in and shoots me with a nerf gun in
my bed. Tuesday: She pours a bucket of ice water on my face. Wednesday: Jumps into my
bed and tickles me to death. Thursday: Screams that someone has broke into our house
and have a short dramatic skit in my bedroom. Friday: Puts makeup, mascara, and blush
on my face in my sleep. And its funny, this is just LAST WEEK. She changes her activities to
wake me up in the morning weekly. Lucky for Nicholette that she’s an early bird.
I sighed at my traumatic moments with my family and stared at the new house. “It looks
the same as it did ten years ago huh?” I wondered.
“What do you mean?” Nicholette surprised me. “Ten years ago? We were still living in
the countryside ten years ago silly!” Nicholette poked my nose as I give her a death glare.
“Help me move the furniture into the house please?” I asked politely.
“Okay!” smiled Nicholette as she took the heavy box and lingered into the house.
My family life has been very stressful in the countryside where we lived not too long
ago. But I’m prepared for this new life in the city. I already made a will and gave it to father
just in case too.