“Can I have some?” my little brother, Max, said as
he dug his hand into my bag of chips.
He always wants something that's mine. There are three full bags of
chips in the cupboard, but no...he wanted mine. I gave him the rest as I
walked up to my room. I pounced on my bed and just lay there.
“Stella,” I heard my mom call from the kitchen.
“What?” I said as I rose from my bed and headed to the kitchen.
“Come here,” my mom said as she was washing the dishes.
“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I said as I sighed.
“Max made a mess with the chips you gave him,” she said pointing at the
Like always, I had to clean up a mess that he made. As I picked up the
big clumps of chips mashed into the carpet, Max stood over me.
“What do you want, Max?” I said looking up at him.
“Can you walk me to the park?” he said giving me the puppy eyes.
. . . .
As I finished cleaning up the chips, Max played with his blocks on the
“Ready to go to the park?” I asked Max.
“Yep,” Max replied.
I started to walk Max to the park when he suddenly started to roam
“Where are you going Max?” I asked him as he came to a stop in front of
the toy store window.
“The new T-rex Megatron is on sale for today only,” Max said.
“No, Max, you know I only have ten dollars” I said.
“But it cost 8.99 + tax,” Max said as he started to cry.
“Alright, alright, just be quiet,” I told him, sighing, then walking
into the store.
. . . .
We walked out the store and walked over to the park. I watched as Max
showed his new toy to everybody there. After a long day at the park, we
headed home. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket so I picked it up. One
new message from Luke. Luke is my boyfriend, for the moment at least.
The message read: “Hey babe, wanna meet up tomorrow?”
Actually I didn’t feel like it, but I still replied “Sure.”
Max and I got home shortly after and my mom had gone to the grocery
store. I told Max to go to the living room and watch TV as I got in the
“But I'm hungry,” Max said running toward me.
“Well, go eat then,” I said going into the bathroom and shutting the
“But...” he said, just now knowing that I wasn’t listening.
After I got out the shower, I brushed my teeth then put on my pajamas. I
started to head down the steps when I noticed a trail of peanut butter
going into Max’s room. I followed it. I opened Max’s door to see him
eating peanut butter out of the package...with a spoon.
“I'm so getting blamed for this” I mumbled under my breath.
“Want some?” Max said shoving, the peanut butter at me as he was making
more of a mess for me to clean up.
“No thanks, Max” I said going to the hallway closet and grabbing a rag.
. . . .
As I cleaned the peanut butter out of the carpet, Max sung the “clean
up” song. After I was done, he went downstairs and sat on the couch. I
followed him down there and sat next to him. I grabbed the remote and
turned to American Idol.
“Bubble Guppies! Bubble Guppies!” he said, as that was the
TV show he wanted to watch.
“No, Max, I'm trying to watch my show for once.”
Every day I try to watch my shows, but no, he has to watch his re-runs
of Bubble Guppies. I gave him the remote and started to head to
“Help, Stella,” Max said as he wanted me to turn to his show. After I
turned to his show, he grabbed a cover and lay on the ground to get
closer to the TV. I went back into the kitchen and grabbed a Coke and
some Doritos. By the time I got back to the living room, Max had fallen
asleep. I picked him up and took him upstairs to lay him in his bed.
After that I went back downstairs and turned back to American Idol.
By now it was already at the credits and going off. I turned off the TV
and grabbed my favorite book off the bookshelf. I opened to the first
page and realized it started at page 57. Max had ripped out the rest. I
turned the page and saw that he drew on the next 5 pages.
. . . .
After I discovered that my book had been brutally murdered, I went up to
my room, laid down, and fell sound asleep.
“I'm a little teapot, short and spout...” Max said jumping up and down
on my bed.
“Go away, Max, I'm trying to sleep!” I said putting my pillow over my
“But Mommy told me to wake you up for school...I have to go get ready
for daycare,” Max said, tripping over my beanbag and tumbling out the
“What?.....School?.....but it’s 4:00 in the morning,” I said, getting up
and walking to the hallway.
Max had all the lights on and he had all his clothes all over the
hallway. I walked down the hall to my mom’s room and saw her sleeping.
“Mom.....Mom. Do you know that Max woke me up for school this early?” I
said shaking my mom so she would wake up.
“Umm...no…it’s 4:00 in the morning” she said squinting her eyes.
“I know. Tell him to go to bed,” I said, getting up from my mom’s bed
and heading for the door.
“Alright...” She said. “MAX GO TO BED!” my mom yelled.
“I could have done that...” I said, walking through the door. “Plus he
made a mess of your house.....have fun!” I mumbled under my breath and
walked back down the hall.
As I headed to my room, I saw Max scramble into his room.
“Mom's gonna get you,” I said going into my room and lying back down on
my bed. After a while of staring at the wall, I finally fell back
asleep. Sooner than I realized, I was being woken up again by Max. This
time he woke me up at the right time. I got up and it was 6:30 am. I
walked into the bathroom and saw toothpaste all over the sink and
“Me...brush...teeth” Max said giving me the puppy eyes again as he waved
his toothbrush back and forth.
As soon as I started to yell at Max, my mom walked into the bathroom.
Her face looked shocked as she stood there with her eyes wide open.
“What happened?” My mom said looking at me, then Max.
“It was Stella...she made big mess” Max said now giving my mom the puppy
“Stella Anne Marie....you clean this mess up right now!” my mom said,
walking out of the bathroom and picking up Max.
“B-but...it wasn’t even me....” I said, but they didn’t even hear a word
Typical Max....Never takes the blame.