Stanley Bastailiar's Short Story: Maple Syrup

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“Go away!” I, Rebecca Rozeria, scream at my little brother, Dylan. “Or I’ll tell Mom!” “But I didn’t do anything!” he whines as he storms out of my room. I close the door and lie on my bed. “I wish . . . that little brat didn’t exist,” I whisper to myself and fall asleep. “Rebecca! Hurry up! Get dressed and come down for breakfast!” Mom shouts from downstairs. “Why are you so worried?” I ask slowly. “It’s picture day!” she exclaims. “Oh yeah.” I snigger. The “maple syrup fiasco” was definitely the main event in the yearbook. Stanley Bastailiar had a big bucket of maple syrup in his arms as Emma Diaphierre took her picture. He smirked as maple syrup dripped onto her designer skirt. He enjoyed his fifteen days in detention as long as he was

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