The Eagle and the Squirrel
By Ricky Corona
Connie, minding her own business, was scanning through several channels, looking for a show that would capture her attention. As Connie finally settled on a good show, she started to relax on her fluffy bed, along with a nail file and polish in hand. Almost immediately after laying down, she heard the sound of sandals clacking in the distance. She rolled her eyes when she heard her brother Ricky’s awful music drawing near.
Ricky flung open Connie’s door, immediately ruining the relaxing vibe she had just created. Connie was extremely frustrated, filing her nails to a sharp point, as Ricky moved about her room moving Connie’s objects around. Ricky, craving attention because he was bored, grabbed a picture of Connie and her best friend Moy when they were at their favorite store, Game Stop. He dropped her prized picture on the floor beneath his feet. Then he grabbed Connie’s remote and turned up the volume. Having no intention of putting up with her brother’s foolishness, Connie began to get restless. Her eyes started to redden at she fixed her glare on Ricky. “Get out of my room!” she said, but this seemed to only spur Ricky on, as the smile on his face was growing wider.
Connie finally had it when Ricky got one of her pillows and hit her on the arm with it. The thud of the pillow against Connie made Ricky laugh hysterically. Connie jumped off of her bed like a tiger who had just spotted its prey.
Ricky, realizing Connie was out for him, dropped the pillow and darted straight out of the room. Ricky finally had what he wanted: a crazy sister who could make him feel the rush of being chased.
Connie was in hot pursuit. Her footsteps moved like a freight train, knocking from the wall the painting of an eagle swooping down to capture a defenseless squirrel that their mother had bought at a local thrift store. The painting clashed to the ground and the frame instantly dismembered into tiny fragments. This did not stop Connie. She got closer and closer to Ricky, cornering her pray.
Ricky came to the end of the hallway. He looked frantically about, his eyes moving, desperately looking for a way out, but he could only stare at the wall in front of him. He had nowhere to go. His head started to shine. “Maybe I should have thought this through,” Ricky mumbled to himself. This was his fate… there was no going back now.
Connie quickly came upon her pray, examining her victim closely, noticing the fear in Ricky’s eyes. His grey shirt had Cheetos stains from lunch, his hair limp like he had just come out of the shower. Connie savored the moment. She knew that she was going to enjoy this.
Ricky made one last attempt to prevent a beating. “I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he wailed like a child who had just received detention for throwing a tantrum in class.
Connie beamed down on him like a police officer over a criminal. “It’s too late,” she said. “You shouldn’t have bothered me just because you were bored.”
He stretched his arm out like a person reaching out to Jesus, asking to be forgiven for his sins.
“You have this coming to you,” she said, and went in for the kill.
Later, as Connie walked back to her room with a dignified motion, she was careful to step over the shattered image of the eagle and the squirrel.