Sibling rivalry

By Lily Schmoker
Williston Central School, Grade 5

I see T.J. reading. I ask him if he wants to play.
He says, “Maybe.” I beg, “Please, please, please, please.”
He finally says yes.
T.J. and I start to play. We’re having lots of fun.
He tickles me, and I laugh very hard.
It’s fun or a while, but then he was doing it too much.
I’m still laughing when I ask T.J. to stop.
He doesn’t. I think he might be confused that I’m laughing, but at the same time, I want him to stop.
I try to push him away with my feet, but it doesn’t work.
I keep saying stop, but he never does.
I try to say it without laughing.
I finally yell, “STOP!”
I get very mad at T.J. We start to fight.
It turns into a BIG argument.
I walk downstairs.
I’m still mad at him, and I watch my mom and dad make dinner.
T.J. comes downstairs also.
Then, I don’t know how, but we’re “friends” again.
We play, we fight, we play, and we fight again.
But my brother and I will always be friends.