Toy Car.pdf

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. 11-year-old Amelia was lounging in her bedroom, bored out of her mind. Her parents were out running errands and her annoying little brother Timmy was nowhere to be found.

Amelia got up and padded into the kitchen, hoping to find a snack. That's when she spotted Timmy's favorite toy car sitting on the counter. The shiny red Corvette was his most prized possession. He took it everywhere.

An evil grin spread across Amelia's face. She had the perfect idea for some entertainment. Quietly, she tiptoed upstairs to her parents' room. She opened the door to her mother's walk-in closet and scanned the rows of designer shoes. There! In the back was a pair of black stilettos, easily 5 inches tall.

Amelia grabbed the shoes and hurried back downstairs. She carried the car into the living room and placed it under the edge of the thick wool carpet. Holding the high heels in one hand, she carefully stepped into them, wobbling a bit as she got her balance.

Standing over the car, Amelia positioned one spiky heel right over the tiny vehicle. She looked around furtively, then slowly lowered her foot, applying pressure until she felt it crunch under her shoe.

"Hah!" She cackled with glee, grinding the car under her heel until it was a mangled mess of plastic and metal.

Just then, Amelia heard the front door bang open. It was Timmy! He came barreling into the living room.

"Where's my car? I had it right here!" He looked around wildly, then spotted Amelia. "You! What did you do with my car?"

Amelia met his accusing stare, trying to act innocent. "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen your stupid toy."

Timmy pushed past her and dropped to his knees, peering under the carpet. He let out an anguished wail when he saw the remains of his Corvette.

"You broke it! I'm telling Mom and Dad!" He scooped up the pieces and ran for the stairs.

Amelia laughed as she listened to him sobbing all the way up to his room. She kicked off the uncomfortable shoes, picked them up, and snuck them back into her mom's closet.

Just another exciting Sunday at home, all thanks to one little toy car and her mom's high heels. She'd have to be more careful next time though. Timmy would definitely be looking for revenge now. Amelia settled back on the couch with a self-satisfied smile, flipping on the TV. Maybe she could get someone to join her for a Netflix show.

No such luck. An hour later, Timmy snuck up behind her and dumped an entire cup of cold chocolate milk all over her head!

Amelia shrieked in outrage as the sticky liquid soaked into her hair and dribbled down her face.

"Oh my god, Timmy! You little jerk! You're so dead!"

She chased him around the house, throwing the empty cup at him. Timmy just laughed, easily evading her grasp in his bare feet while she stumbled in yesterday's socks.

Their dad walked in the front door in the middle of the chaos. He took in the scene - Amelia dripping with chocolate, Timmy cackling like a maniac, furniture knocked askew in their wild chase.

"Amelia! Timmy! What is going on here?!"

Amelia and Timmy froze, looking at each other in panic.

"Uh..." they said in unison.

Their dad crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Someone better start talking before I take away all screen time for a month!"

Amelia thought fast. "Daddy, Timmy broke mom's favorite vase! I was trying to stop him and we were running around and I slipped and fell and spilled my milkcan. I didn't want to get in trouble so I didn't say anything!"

"Oh really?" Their dad looked at Timmy skeptically.

"I didn't! She's lying!" Timmy protested. "She broke my car with mom's high heels and I got her back and now she's trying to get me in trouble!"

"Wh-what? That's not true!" Amelia spluttered.

Their dad sighed. "Okay, that's it. Both of you go to your rooms right now. We'll deal with this later when your mother gets home."

Amelia and Timmy slunk off to their respective bedrooms, each plotting their next move in the ongoing game of sibling one-upmanship.

Maybe she could fill his bed with stink bugs. Or replace his shampoo with dish soap. The possibilities were endless!

But her schemes would have to wait. For now, Amelia flopped on her bed and tried to pick chocolatey clumps out of her hair. She still had a few hours to kill before dinner.

She glanced longingly out the window at her friends playing in the park. Another boring Sunday, ruined by the endless war with her brother.

With a sigh, Amelia resigned herself to a long afternoon of imaginative revenge fantasies. Maybe next week she'd manage to get her parents to take her to the zoo instead of leaving her stuck at home with Timmy the terror.