"EMILY ROSE WILSON, get your no good, flat ass down here!"

          The normally quiet atmosphere of the Wilson manor was shattered by the unearthly screech of the crazy, half-naked teenager standing at the foot of the stairs. Andrew Wilson - known as Andy to anyone who wasn't writing him a detention - began to march up the staircase with every intention of dragging his younger sister out of bed and to the living room, where a season of Gilligan's Island awaited them. It was Sunday, December 26th, and it was sibling day.

          Ever since Emily had been three, she and Andy had observed a designated sibling bonding day every week, typically Sunday. They would do their best to put away any arguments that they had had and just spend the day together, usually watching reruns of old shows or movies from their parents' vast collection. Although it sometimes didn't work out with each sibling's busy schedules, the two worked very hard to make sure that they had time for the day every week.

          Wrapping his hand around the knob on Emily's door, Andy growled, "Emily, if you're not up in ten seconds, I'm coming in. Ten, nine, eight, seven, three, two, zero, I'm coming in!"

          Barging into the room with a wide grin on his face, Andy's handsome features quickly melted into a look of utter confusion. Emily was nowhere to be found, her bed was neatly made, her schoolwork was stacked in the corner, her towel was hanging on the rail in her bathroom, and her vanity was neatly organized. She was just gone.

          "It's a wonder that you passed math, counting like that."

           A voice from behind caused Andy to jump into the air, clutching his chest and mimicking a heart attack. "Jesus, Em, you can't sneak up on a guy like that!"

          Emily laughed, throwing back her head, causing some of her dark hair falling over her eyes. "Idiot, I was downstairs the entire time." At this, Andy smiled sheepishly, running his fingers through his mop of curly hair.

          "To be fair, I always have to wake you up. I assumed you were sleeping in." Andy pointed out, resting on the frame of Emily's door. His sister's face scrunched up in annoyance, swatting her brother's arm and pushing him off the frame.

          "Put a shirt on, you're getting your tit juice on my door." Emily said flatly, and Andy laughed. "I'm starving, can we go downstairs now? Mom and dad are probably ready to kill you from all the screaming you've been doing."

          "That's what she said."

          "Andy!"

          Lounging around on the sofa, Emily Rose smiled fondly at the snoring form of her older brother. He'd fallen asleep halfway through the first episode of The Brady Bunch, having finished the season of Gilligan's Island a few hours before. It was halfway to five, and Emily yawned, peering down at her phone as it buzzed, alerting her that she had a new text message. It was from her friend Layla, who was in charge of the Mu Alpha Theta tutoring schedules.

You're signed up for tutoring on Tuesday with Jonathan Marick. He's in your brother's class and he's super nice, so you don't have to worry about him judging you for your shit math skills.

          Emily laughed, not even hesitating before replying to Layla:

Hopefully I won't scare him off like I did my last tutor.

         
          The last time that Emily had been assigned a tutor, she'd managed to infuriate and frustrate them to the point that they'd completely abandoned her and begged for a reassignment. Although it had originally been a huge blow to Emily's confidence in what she had thought to be her improving Algebra knowledge, she and Layla both found it hilarious when they looked back.

          Layla sent a laughing emoji in response, and Emily sighed, leaning back against the pillows of the couch and closing her eyes. Andy's snores were the only sound in the room; their parent's had left long ago to go to work at the company.

          Piper and Jayden Wilson had both come from wealthy families, meeting while in attendance at Yale. They'd fallen in love and started a business together before settling in Atlanta, Georgia, raising their two children, Andrew and Emily in a suburban manor on the outskirts of the city. Both children had grown up very privileged, through their parents tried to keep them humbled. For the eldest, modesty was not a word, as Andy loved to remind people that he could buy basically anything. However, Emilia was less headstrong and more accepting, learning from the start that there were others that deserved the privileges that she had, and those who could not obtain them due to no fault of their own.

          It was this that made Emilia so lovable, her heart was huge and her mind was bright (except for in math), almost always wearing a smile on her pretty face. There was never a day that went by that didn't include Emily preforming at least one good deed for another person, be it donating to charity or helping an elderly woman cross the street.

          With a soft groan, Emily stood up from the couch, snorting when Andy whimpered as the positioning of the sofa changed due to the lack of Emily's weight. Slipping her phone into her pocket, Emily tiptoed back to the stairs, pausing to make sure that her brother was still asleep before sneaking into his room.

          While Andy was known for being charismatic and wild, most people viewed Emily as a calm and quiet girl. To most people, she was exactly that, though if you really knew her, she was a handful. Rummaging through her brother's underwear drawer for his keys, Emily made a face as she pulled out a pair of boxers with a mysterious stain, throwing them across the room with a small squeal. Finally, she located Andy's keys, hastily closing his drawer and running into her own room.

          Andy kept a locked box of prank materials, stuff that he often used on teachers, friends, and Emily. Since her brother was conveniently asleep, Emily happily unlocked the box and grabbed a few items of her choosing, running back to her bother's room to put things back and mess with some of the items that she'd taken.

          She could already picture the look on Andy's faced when he saw that she'd drawn a giant poop on his perfect white wall.

          Knowing Andy, he'd probably piss his pants.

          Humming softly to herself, Emily skipped out of the room, slipping her phone into her  pocket. She had a lot of time to waste before Andy woke up and witnessed her masterpiece. Dashing back down the stairs and grabbing her keys from the wall, Emily went out to her car, turning it on and flipping the radio on. She figured that she could run to the store to buy ingredients for her favorite brownie recipe; she hadn't baked anything in a while and she had cravings. Backing out of the garage and the driveway, Emily began to drive down the street, making sure to send a quick text to her brother in case he woke up while she was gone.

         "Today's the day that Irene Harris meets her fate; the woman was finally found three months ago and faced trial for the murder of her husband, Matthew Harris, two years ago. Their son is currently living in foster care, though I can't imagine what he's going through right now. She will receive the death penalty at 3:00 this afternoon..."

         The buzz of the radio came to a close as Emily switched it off, feeling sick to her stomach. The topic of death always upset her, she'd always been sensitive when it came to things like it.

Pulling up into the parking lot of the grocery store, Emily left the car and the radio message behind her. She quickly gathered the items that she wanted, loading them into her shopping cart and flashing the cashier a sweet smile. As she headed back to her car, her phone began to vibrate from within her pocket, Andy's face popping up on the screen.

Lifting her shoulders to hold her phone pressed to her ear, Emily let out a soft squeal as loud shrieking filled her ears. She threw her bags into the backseat of her car before smirking, leaning back into the cool leather seat before she spoke, her voice clearly laced with amusement.

            "Hello, sleeping beauty!"

            "YOU...YOU LITTLE SHIT! YOU DREW A GIANT SHIT ON MY WHITE WALL!"

Andy's voice blasted through her speakers, and Emily snorted as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"I do hope it wasn't too...crappy."

Andy hung up the phone.