Me, my brother and sister were on the trampoline (or rampoline as we once called it). Anyway, we were lying down, exhausted, watching the sky.

-A shooting star, my sister said.

-It's a big star, I replied. Especially during the day. I should write this down, it's really funny. I could put it on my profile on fictionpress. (As you can see, I turned it into a story.)

Then a big argument took place.

i.e:

-It's a rocket, my sister said.

-No, it's a shooting star, my brother said. No, wait it's a plane. I can see the wings.

Though I couldn't see I agree with him, it must have been a plane.

-No, it's a rocket, my sister insisted.

-No, it's a plane. We see those everyday, my brother said.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

-Rocket.

-Plane.

etc.

I came inside and wrote this, with the help of my sister (after all, she was arguing, not me).

Who won? Who knows. Even my sister doesn't know who had the last word.

Maybe she should ask my brother, but then that would start a whole new argument on the old one...

Oops, there she goes asking him.

Now they're arguing. My sister in the study (upstairs) and my brother in the garden.

All the while my father's mowing the lawn. Isn't my family weird. Ooh. Now a dog is barking.

An argument, lawn mower, dog barking (maybe he's saying it's a shooting star).

They're very entertaining... :)

PS: I had some of my sister's cola, she didn't notice.

Aaaaaah.

He's throwing stone at the window. Now a ball. She's screaming. Uh oh. This is getting dangerous.

Bye.

Shit, she noticed. She hit me and now my brother is upstairs. My mother said they're gonna break the window. My sister is now following him to continue the argument.

-Rocket times eternity times eternity.

-Stop. I can't keep up with the writing, I screamed.

-Plane for infinity, infinity infinity infinity infinity

-Rocket for infinity infinity infinity.

Then:

-Shut up Kayleigh, my brother screamed.

I go mad because I can't type fast enough.

-Wait a minute, what are arguing about again, my sister comments.

All they know is that it's about a rocket and plane and always more than you and infinity and eternity.

Oh god, I can't keep up. I give up.

This has been going on for ten minutes now.

They have now entered the "You started it," phase.

This is never gonna end.

He's copying her.

I think I'm going to go mad.

Silence

Then he says "plane" and I hit my head on the keyboard.

-Mom, I scream.

She doesn't hear. They keep on going. I lose the last shred of sanity I had. They push each other. Donkey ears, screams, hitting, pushing...lots of screams (high pitched).

-It's working, she's going mad, my sister whispers to my brother (but I still hear).

-Mom, my sister screams.

At the exact same moment my brother screams

-Plane.

-I'm coming with a belt, my mother screams.

They hide under the desks.

An argument between my brother and my mother about him having a bath.

They start the conversation again...