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The following is a piece of writing submitted by Noah on January 16, 2011

Annoying Sisters

My seven-year-old sister Annie is a complainer! She complains about everything; her supper, her chores (she only has to wash the table every other day and dust the furniture once a week), her schoolwork, her early bedtime, and everything else that takes her away from her "playing" time (mostly annoying her siblings until they have to retreat to the safety of their bedrooms, doors securely locked). She even complains about her dessert if it's not her special (and gross) chocolate covered peanut butter raspberry swirl cake with purple licorice. I mean, who ever heard of purple licorice?

Of course my mom's no help. She always sees everything Annie's way. For instance, if Annie comes running up behind me and unexpectedly stabs a pen into my back, and of course in defense I push her away, she does the most dramatic fall and starts screaming and bawling until Mom comes running into the room to see what's the matter. Of course she has sympathy for cute little Annie, and rocks her back and forth on her lap, while giving me, who, by the way, has a horrible mark on his back and is in great pain, a horribly evil glare that says, "I'll talk to you later about this one, young man."

Well, for some time now my family had been talking about visiting my uncle. He lives about seventy miles away, so we were planning to leave Friday evening after school, spend Friday night with him and all of Saturday, go with him to his church Sunday morning, and get home Sunday night, just in time for our favorite TV program. I had been dreading this trip all along, because my uncle is one of those people who are unpleasant and awkward to be around, and he is an expert at embarrassing me in front of my family. But it was more than that. He was just straight out annoying. Something like my sister, but in a more non-obvious way.

So I was relieved but also somewhat surprised when I heard my mom say, "David, I'm sorry to tell you that you're not going to be able to come with us to your uncle's." This was incredible! "To save us from having to pay the extra price of gas for two vehicles, your father and I have decided to leave you home. Besides, you're sixteen now; I think you can handle three days without us."

I almost jumped up for joy; three days by myself, doing whatever I wanted to, whenever I wanted to?! But I caught myself, not wanting to look too exited about staying home. It was true, it would be saving money. We have an eight passenger van, and we have eight kids in the family, plus parents, which means always driving around in two vehicles. So, leaving me home was the perfect opportunity to save money. I started thinking of all the things I would do; hang out with my friends, watch TV, play video games, maybe even go to the movies. Then a sick feeling of dread came over me as I realized what I had so easily overlooked. I felt as though my mom was holding a loaded gun, and it would just be a matter of seconds before she shot.

"Of course," said my mom, "we have to leave one more kid behind, and since she asked us so very nicely, we decided to let Annie stay behind with you."


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