The Clumsy Little Witch

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon, the parents had just gone out for groceries, and my sister and I were home alone.

She was over there minding her own business and all watching tv layed out on the sofa. "Look at her." I thought to myself. "Not a care in the world and I get stuck doing the dishes because miss 'princess' over there accused me of pushing her down earlier." But that's not what happened, honest. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But she won't even listen to me. All she cares about are those dumb mystery marathons.

*Ding*

A lightbulb went off in my head. "I know exactly how I'll get her to listen."

I quickly finish drying and putting away the last of the dishes so I can go upstairs to get my notebook.

"It was the banker?!" I heard her gasp out loud at the television set.

"It was the banker?!" I mimicked to myself and stuck my tongue out to the door. Reaching for my old math notebook i wrote 'TOP SECRET' on the cover.

I snuck downstairs and made sure she saw me 'sneaking' the book behind the rolls of wallpaper mom was swapping the old one out for in the dining room.

"What is that?!" she demanded to know. As expected her curiosity got the better of her.

"What's it to you?!" I sneered to keep up the illusion. "Go figure out how they got stuck on that island, I don't have anything to say to you!"

"Fine then, I guess mom should know about your new crush... Billy, was it?!"

Billy was the new kid on the block and was the coolest boy I had ever met. He got to have his 10th birthday party at the new pizza place in town last week and everyone who was anyone got to be there. Everyone that is, except for me. I couldn't let her tell mom about Billy. I'd never get to hang out with him on the monkey bars if she embarrassed me in front of him. I would never be able to show my face on the playground again.

"Okay okay!" I sighed. "But you have to promise me that you won't tell a soul."

"I promise," she whispered.

"You have to pinky promise," I whispered back knowing I was about to say something that could get me into trouble.

"No way!" she exclaimed.

"Fine then I guess you really don't want to know."

I hated to pull out the big guns on her but I knew that if she pinky promised she wouldn't be able to tell mom or dad.

"Alright.." she said reluctantly sticking her right pinky out. After I got the confirmation I needed I began to look around like I was making sure nobody else was there. "Ya ever heard of...." I spotted her witch costume, "... the clumsy little witch?!"

"Clumsy witch?! Now you're just pulling my chain."

"No no.... she goes around stealing the trick-or-treat candy from all the houses so nobody else can have some. And it's my job to keep notes on her so the CIA can stop her."

"Really?!"

"Well yeah, but I still have to tell them what happened this morning."

"Well, what happened?" she wondered as she leaned forward in my direction.

"Well, it all started when mom had mentioned to dad that the chocolate bars were gone. They looked for a while and after they couldn't find it mom decided they needed to go back to the store. Like maybe they forgot them or something. But of course, I didn't believe it. So I took it upon myself to do a little investigating of my own. Mom never leaves a place without double-checking her stuff first. The first place I checked was the parents' room. When I got there I noticed there was a witch's hat and a wrapper under the bed. Which of course got me thinking, 'were there any other clues?!' "

Suddenly I saw a shadow going down the hall, but when I went to go check; the witch was gone."

"Where did the witch go?" my little sister asked.

"Listen and find out," I told her. "Now where was I? Oh right, the witch was gone. Something told me that if I found the witch, I'd find the chocolate bars. But where did she go? Immediately I searched the hallway for clues. It was when I looked under the hall table that I saw a small black shoe with chocolate on the bottom of it. And another wrapper was at the top of the stairs.

Maybe she went downstairs. More investigation was needed. 'Ha ha ha ha...' The witch laughed again from the kitchen. I followed the sound. She zoomed all around the room on her broom when all of a sudden she hit the edge of the counter and fell. Before I could get a good view of her bag she got up and continued roaming the house."

"That sounds like my morning. I stubbed my toe on the side of the counter wall too." she interrupted again.

"Really? That's an odd coincidence." I played it off. "Now back to the story. I followed her into dad's study where she climbed his chair and tried to jump off to get her broom going. As she was doing this I noticed a whole stash of chocolate bar wrappers in the trash can under dad's desk. So of course I went to take a closer look. As she jumped her foot got caught in her robe again and both her and the chair went falling, knocking over myself and the trash can as well. Right when I was picking up the chair, mom and dad walk in to see what happened and the witch automatically blamed me. Mom saw the wrappers and demanded to know who ate the candy and dad finally came clean. That man's sweet tooth keeps getting him into trouble don't you know."

"Hey! wait a minute, I stepped in some wrappers this morning too. Like the witch. They were everywhere. And I got hurt in the study also." The look on her face as she finally realized who the witch was amused me. "You're talking about me, aren't you?!" she said angrily.

"Well yeah, but I had a conclusion to all this." I snickered.

"What's that?" she snapped.

I started getting ready to go back upstairs but stopped to look at her and say, "witches be trippin'. " And with a grin on my face, I went up to my room.