It was October 20th, 2006 and I felt amazeballs. I ate lunch and walked upstairs and took a three hour nap. As I walked back downstairs my older sister, Marie, sat at the top of the staircase and refused to move out of the way. I didn’t like being told what to do so I pushed her down the staircase and out of my way. She tumbled down screaming bloody murder, bounced off a wall, and landed “splat!” on the linoleum floor. She looked up at me with cold blue eyes and blond hair in a tangled mess. Before I knew what was happening she flew up the staircase screaming my name. I did the smartest thing possible, ran into the closest room, and locked the door. Luckily it was my room. Not a second after I locked the door Marie was there screaming and kicking it. I crawled up onto my loft bed in my small cozy room and sat there paralyzed with fear. My brown hair dangled in front of my frozen face, fearful green eyes, and trembling lips. We stayed where we were for about another 10 to 15 minutes, until Marie slowly and loudly made her way down the stairs like she had all the time in the world to go and get whatever she wanted, and in my current position, she did. I suspect she only went down there to keep or dad from getting suspicious of what we were doing upstairs. After waiting a couple of minutes, just to make sure it was safe, then and only then, did I crack open the door to see if I could enter the hallway. Though just to my luck, right as I cracked open the door she was coming back up the steps, silent as a church mouse. Waiting to see if if I would open my door, like I had. She was holding a glass of purple grape-juice that our dad had given to her. She calmly set down the glass and came hurtling towards my door once again with a battle cry. Again I locked the door and crawled up into my loft bed to wait her out. After a little bit our dad did get suspicious and called up to see what was going on, but with Marie being Marie, she responded in an angelic voice replying “Nothing daddy! Ashley and I are just playing a game!” and dang she sounded convincing! Even though I was the one locked inside of the bedroom! Our dad did come up after about 10 more minutes because he only heard Marie talking and not a peep out of me. He came up the stairs only to see Marie’s grape juice had been hurled at the door breaking the glass in the process, leaving a nice purple stain on my door, along with Marie kicking and screaming as my dad dragged her away from my room, and my locked door. He got Marie to back off and calmed her down. After, he got me to come out of my room. Next, he got Marie to apologize for attacking me because she had caused more harm than I had. Then, I apologized too, though I didn’t know what I’d done wrong in the first place. Eventually Marie cooled off, but I still kept my distance for the rest of the week for my safety. She pretended that nothing had happened, but knowing Marie she still had it fresh in her mind and wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon.