“PANDORA!” Yelled my mom, even though I was 5 feet away from her.
“Yes mom?” I asked, watching her frantically try to clean our house. I heard a loud clatter and then something hitting the floor.
“Mom, did you know we have roaches in the garage?” Asked my brother, Alex.
“Yes, which is why I sent you outside with the Roach poison.” She sighed and then turned to me, “Could you please check on Leah? I asked her to rearrange her dolls so she stays out of our way. But, she has been awfully quiet.” I nodded and ran up the stairs.
“Leah!” I called my 2 year old sister, but she didn’t answer. I opened the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was paint everywhere, however most of it was either on Leah herself or on the walls.
“Mom!” I called, the panic noticeable in my voice.
“Pwetty!” Said Leah, laughing and clapping her hands together. I could hear my mom approaching me, but for some reason I couldn’t move my eyes from Leah’s colorful, paint-splattered room.
“Oh my god.” My mom said quietly, we stood there, just staring for a couple of minutes. Then my mom snapped out of it.
“Leah! What did you do?” She asked and shoved me out of the way, heading towards Leah.
“She probably found the finger paint box and opened it. Hey, but at least we don’t have to paint her room.” I said and my mom shot me the look that said you better be quiet and help me.
“What do we do? The family reunion is starting at 6 and its 5:45. “She said, grabbed a towel, and picked Leah up with the towel.
“Give Leah a bath and tape a sign that says Warning Do Not Enter on the door?” I joked.
“Okay, you put the sign on the door and I’m going to go give Leah a bath.” My mom said, and walked out of the room with Leah.
“Wait, what?” Did she actually mean it? There is no way she was joking, she takes family reunion very seriously. After 10 minutes I had put the sign up, Leah didn’t have any more paint on her, and Alex had finished with the Roach killing. I went upstairs and decided to relax a little on my bed. My cousin Emma was supposed to come and I couldn’t wait to see her again. We last saw each other when we were 9 and we are now 16. Two minutes later the doorbell rang, I jumped up, straightened my Blue and gold dress, and zoomed downstairs. Alex opened the door and let everyone in. My two Aunts and Uncles, Grandparents, and my four cousins, including Emma. Emma had a red dress. She had changed since the last time we saw each other. She was way taller and had curled black hair, with bangs.
“Hey Emma!” I said and walked towards her.
“Hi?” She asked.
“Do you remember me? I’m Pandora. We used to play together when we were kids.” I said
“No, sorry.” She said annoyance in her voice. I couldn’t believe it, when we were kids we did almost everything together.
“We used to ride our bikes into the woods and to the little lake hidden by the trees.” I said, desperately wanting her to remember.
“Look, I don’t care. If we were ever friends then it must have been a very long time ago. I probably don’t remember you for a good reason.” Emma said, “Also, hang this up for me, will you?” She threw her coat at me and then smirked. This was not like the Emma I remembered.
“Did you want to ask something else? Or did you just not hear me? Go hang up my coat.” Those last words sounded like they could stab someone.
“I’ll go.” I said and my shoulders slumped. After hanging up her coat, I told my mom that I was going to head to the treehouse. She immediately realized what happened and sent me up with a plate of cookies and milk. The treehouse was kind of like my second room, I usually spend most of my time up here hanging out with friends. After lifting up the rope ladder, I lifted the cookies and milk that were in a bucket. I sat there for a half hour, absentmindedly chewing on the cookies.
“Pandora!” Where was that coming from?
“PandORA!!” I looked out the window but there was no one there.
“PANDORA, GET UP!!!” I woke up with a start. There was someone with straight black hair and brown eyes staring at me.
“Well, its about time!” She said, “I haven’t seen you in forever Panda!” I rubbed my eyes, was it all a dream?
“Emma?” I asked and she rolled her eyes.
“No,” she started sarcastically, “yes it’s me!” We hugged and talked the whole night, reliving all those happy memories. I can’t believe I thought Emma could actually be as mean as the girl in the dream. But you never know, people change.