My house. The Kitchen.
Reanna: Let me use the fan in your room.
Me: No.
Reanna commences whining, answered by no.
Reanna runs to the window and waves to get her mother’s attention. Anything to get what she wants.
Reanna: Chris won’t let me use the fan in his room!
Something clicks in my head, one of my bananas was missing next to my keyboard. She broke into my room, stole a banana and used my fan when I was out.
I make pistol hand gestures toward her and pop my lips to fire at her, I imagine justice, my brother laughs and walks out to go back to work. He is used to this shit.
Reanna: Don’t do that – I want to be nice to you now [at least has the honest here to admit she is a tyrant usually], will you be nice to me?
Me: I don’t be nice to brats, you earn respect by giving respect.
Reanna: If i’m nice to you will you buy me stuff?
Me: No.
Reanna: Then nevermind… I HATE YOU.
Reanna runs back to watch her television.