Cate's+Memoir

 __**M&M’s are Death Notes**__  A chocolaty, rainbow button whizzed past my head, almost grazing my cheek. There is a very good and detailed explanation on why M&M’s are almost killing me, but I suppose I should start from the beginning first. One fact that is very important to know: My cousins and I are crazy. The oldest of us, Alyssa, is currently 15 and has long, curly brown hair and freckles. She’s short, but she’s agile and strong. She knows interesting... things. Like, “Did you know that in New Jersey it’s illegal to ride a camel by the beach? That means someone has done it before!” This is a true fact and the most innocent and non-gruesome one she’s told us. So far. Sean is the 2nd oldest, and, is, like the rest of us, currently 13. He could be mistaken as my older brother, (not that I have any siblings, anyway) since we look so much alike. His short, spiky brown hair, smiling face, and tendency to give out presents when it’s not Christmas or your birthday makes him the sweetest and nicest guy on planet Earth. (Well, almost.) He is the techy guy of our little group of cousins, and is a wizard at video games. His favorite console so far has been his PS2. Don’t try to take it away from him, ‘cuz if you aren’t his parents, then it’s suicidal. Kyle has got to be the most random and funniest guy on earth except for Paul. He comes up with most of the jokes we use. He has black fluffy hair and a mustache, which I ruthlessly tease him about. He also knows a lot about science, and loves pie. There’s even a T-shirt made for him, where it says, “Everybody calm down and have some PIE.” Paul is probably the most physically violent out of us. I’m usually the victim. It’s not like he wants to hurt me or I want to get the wind knocked out of me. It’s just that I happen to be nearby when he’s practicing Tae Kwon Doe. He’s just as funny as Kyle, but his jokes come more from his actions than his words, unlike Kyle. He has sandy brown hair and is Alyssa’s younger brother. Then there’s me. The youngest of the bunch, with hair that has been controversial as to wether it’s golden brown or dirty blonde. I’m 12 right now, but I’m turning 13 in around four days, so I count as 13. Somewhat. Since I was told ever since I was 5 that I look like a Xerox of my Aunt Mary, I have tried my best to create myself into a completely unique person, so if I hear that I look or act like someone else, I get annoyed. I am mentally violent, unlike Paul. By “mentally violent,” I mean I enjoy creating stories about mental hospitals, posessed dolls, and my favorite; blood raining down on a girl with demon teeth and a snakelike tounge, giggling as she watches the other horrified demons, watching her, waiting to be her next victim. However, I can’t stand spooky stories. So my cousins and I are the most insane kids on the planet. An example of how completely out of control we are would be the time of the Great Death Note/M&M War. We used to be totally obsessed with Yu-Gi-Oh, this T.V show that involved dueling with cards. Once Sean found a video on Youtube, where people would duel with real people, and at the end, a guy played a fake, “Death Note” card which allowed him to write the other duelist’s name in a black notebook. Ten seconds later, the other duelist died. We thought this was so funny and random that Sean, being the techy guy he is, decided that we should make a parody of the video, just for us. We all agreed and set off to work. It was decided I would be dueling Sean, while Kyle and Paul would act as the monsters. Alyssa would be the cameraman. Girl. Thing. Whatever. Me and Sean whipped out our Dueldisks and turned them on. I would go first. Though we faced many problems, like Paul and Kyle being annoyingly yet hilariously random whenever they showed up in the video, we somehow got near the ending of the game. I was winning and had a brilliant plan in case Sean decided to pull one of his spells or traps on me. It was his turn now. Sean started flashing his cards, and, before I could look at them, he shouted, loud and clear, “I summon the legendary card, Slyfer the Sky Dragon!” It was true that Slyfer the Sky Dragon was, and still is, a rare, hard-to-get, ultimate card. I stalled for a few minutes, trying to find some flaw in his plan. “You lost!” Sean claimed, grinning. To tell you the truth, I was ANGRY! We went through so many retakes, and I LOST?! Now, the thing you should know at this time is, that, there was and still is a blue gumball machines full of who-knows-how-old-but-still-good M&Ms from our Aunt Kathy’s house. In between the retakes, we had been taking the delicious chocolate disks and eating them as we were filming. It just so happens that right when I lost, there was a couple of rainbow M&M’s in a mentally violent kid’s sweaty hand, who is thinking she could really use a Death Note that didn’t kill people right now. Guess who that kid was. I threw the M&M’s in his face and still laughing, Sean went. “What?! M&Ms?!” Apparently Kyle and Paul caught on the joke and started to maul the M&M machine. Soon the room was filled with flying M&Ms and furniture. And Alyssa caught the whole thing on cold, hard, tape. I still have that DVD/VHS today, but retelling this moment is enough evidence that my cousins and I are best buds and worst enemies.