“Mom’s gonna kill me,” Brandi said to her younger brother. She got down on her knees and frantically started searching around her locker.
“What did you do?” Kenny asked her.
“Quit asking stupid questions and help me look for the house keys,” Brandi said.
“Did you lose your keys again?” Kenny asked. “Yeah, Mom’s gonna be pissed.”
“You’re not helping, jerk,” Brandi yelled at her brother. “Help me find the damn keys, would you?”
“Are you sure they’re not in your backpack?”
Brandi picked up her backpack and started searching through it. “Oh thank God!” she said, sighing in relief.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit J Hardy Carroll.