Had I known I was going to have guests at 4 am, I would've tidied up. Here's what happened: My older brother, Mike, told me he was going out with friends and would return late at night. Honestly, when the doorbell rang at 4 am, I didn't expect him to be home that early. I was half-asleep when I opened the door for Mike, except I wasn't greeted by the sight of my annoying older brother. I nearly screamed at what I saw. It was much worse than Mike. Much, much, much worse. It was a bunny. Wait, not one. Not two. Not ten. Not thirty. Not fifty. A hundred. A hundred bunnies at my front door. I quickly slammed the door shut, and slid down to the floor, panting heavily. I realized something that night. I was scared of bunnies.
if you can't tell, i gave up mid-way through the story.
