Where's the blue teddy bear?

Where is the Blue Teddy Bear?

“Where’s my Lovey Wuvvy!!!”

 It was four o’clock in the morning on a school night. My EIGHTEEN year old brother, Hugh, was looking for his stuffed up little blue teddy. Yeah that’s right, I’ve got an EIGHTEEN year old brother who has a blue care bear as his “ONLY” sibling. He plays rugby; and he has a blue teddy! He wears leather jackets, and white t-shirts like a tough boy and he rides a motor bike; BUT HE STILL HAS THAT BLUE TEDDY!

I was hoping to go to sleep at nine o’clock that night, but I guess that didn’t happen after all of the squealing and screaming coming from Hugh’s room.

One time, he wet his bed when he didn’t sleep with the teddy; he wasn’t four though. He was 12. I felt sad for him.

WHY DID I HAVE TO STEAL THE UGLY THING!? WHY CAN’T I JUST BE A NICE AND NORMAL 13 YEAR OLD SISTER LIKE OTHER GIRLS!?

So you wanna hear what happens, well…

It all started two days ago… I was in the kitchen with Mum. Dad was in his office, still trying to write the book about having good children. How did he know what a “GOOD” child is, because Hugh and I definitely aren’t the perfect little kids!

Anyway, Mum and I sat at the table awkwardly… I wondered what she thought of that ugly blue bear. Just as I was wondering and asking myself questions Mum had a brilliant idea and it was just what I was thinking. She spoke firmly and clearly; I got it the first time; no need for her to repeat the question.

“Hide the bear from Hugh and I’ll give you $20.”

I’d do anything to get rid of that thing; I’d even do it if she wasn’t paying me.

It was weird at first because I realized that Mum was the one who had bought the stupid thing and it was actually mine at first but… Hugh seemed to fall in love with it and ran away with it into the sunset.

Usually “Lovey Wuvvy” was in Hugh’s room waiting for Hugh to play with him.

I searched through the pile of unwashed sports uniforms, leather jackets and filthy skinny jeans; just to get the stupid teddy!

I reached Hugh’s bed and found “Lovey Wuvvy” tucked in his pink floral blankets.

Hugh was going to be a baby for the rest of his life; he’s going to be in the corner of his room acting too dramatic over this situation, like the world is going to end because he doesn’t have his “Lovey Wuvvy” with him anymore.

Yeah boy! No internet for him anymore!

I picked it up in my hands;

IT WAS BREATHING!!!

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Mummy! Mummy!”

No, Isra, calm down, you’re just imagining all these things; I thought to myself.

I was creeped out whenever I looked at it. It was staring at me with it’s ugly black eyes.

Then, I got the whole thing over with. 

Hugh came back later that night. He went upstairs to find that Lovey Wuvvy is gone.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

It was Hugh.

I was on the lap top doing homework later than I should have. Without warning Hugh burst into the room without knocking on my door; which clearly has a knock before you come in sign! He looked as if his head was going to explode.

“Where. Is. My. Lovey. Wuvvy.”

I was never a good liar. But I guess Hugh was too dumb to even notice. I just blamed it on my two month old baby cousin; and he actually believed me! Ha ha ha, stupid brother.

I didn’t JUST hide it though. I cut it up into little pieces; the way mum would slice the tomatoes. THANK YOU MUM FOR SHOWING ME A GOOD TECHNIQUE! Or the way Riddler would describe on the phone; THANK YOU TOO RIDDLER!

I cut it with the knife that mum used to cut the tomatoes. When I was done I studied it.

The fluff in the insides was on my bedroom floor, the plastic eyes were nowhere to be seen, and the left ear was sliced off.

But now I regret it, because I can’t sleep at all anymore and… I looked in the tools cupboard where I hid the stuffed up teddy. There was a trail of fluff; that was probably from when I brought it in here first.

I opened the cupboard to find that the teddy is not there.

Uh Oh, I should probably fly to a place FAR FARAWAY from here and live there forever. I’d rather be somewhere else than see Hugh find his “Lovey Wuvvy in shreds”