week 2

Bright sunny day and I don’t want to be out here, but still I’m forced out of the house. I’m only about 10 years old and I have to be around misbehaving younger children, and yet I’m in charge of them as always. As much as I’d rather be inside in my own little world that lies within my books, I have to be out here with everyone else.
There’s birds flying around like this world is somehow pleasant for them and I just don’t get what there is to be happy about. Chipmunks and squirrels run around like no tomorrow, seemingly not doing a thing, though they look so busy it only makes me wonder where they seem to be going in such a hurry.
Still, my evil stepsister lurks around, searching for trouble to start, and she finds it easily. Still my sister and I think there must be some good in her, that she can’t be all bad, because she’s only about 7 years old herself. But this is the day she proves us wrong.
“Come with me. I want to show this really cool thing I found in the woods.”
“What is it?”
“There’s this box with bees in it. They’re safe. Don’t worry. They won’t hurt you.”
“Okay.” Crystal and I reply in unison.
We follow her part way into the woods. My sister and I get close enough to see a huge box at least 3 ft. wide, long and thick swarming with bees. She’s a distance away and has that look on her face she gets when she’s about to do something bad. She picks up a stick and we beg her not to throw it as we stand there frozen and in a split second she tosses that stick as hard as she can at the box and runs inside. My sister and I see the bees swarm our way and flee in panic, but don’t make it inside before several of them sting us both.
Inside safe and sound, or so it should be, there they are drinking away. What are we supposed to do? Go back outside? Why yes. They tell us in a drunken stupor we have to go back outside with the angry swarm of bees. If we don’t go out, they say, we are defying them and we’re to be punished. So which of the two evils do I choose? Outside. And I see the two of them won’t go outside with me, but they aren’t being punished. Luckily the bees have gone away, but now I’m brimming with anger, resentment and jealousy that they can be inside and not be punished while I have to be outside or I’ll be beaten.
I wait until it gets dark and they have to let me in, stars in the sky and a cool breeze at my back. I’d rather stay out by now but it’s time for my daily punishment. Gosh, I can’t wait until I’m grown and can choose to go outside or not, and not have to worry about evil stepsisters ruining our day even more. One day outside passed by, but still the torture goes on.