Yay, Story Tagged! :D

So there’s this long ol’ story tag that started with me, went to Fairley, went to Sam, went to Bobbi, went to Beowolf, went to Joe, went to Paintbrush, and it’s my turn again!! :D Here goes!

On movie nights, Jane took refuge in her room, her favorite place to be at any time. Although there was only one window, the sill was very deep, making it one of the best places to sit and read, especially since there were bookshelves everywhere possible in the room. Bookshelves were leaning against every wall, and there were a couple of them on one side of the bed, one facing away from the bed, and one facing towards it. On the other side of the bed was a largish closet, the door facing the bed. On the opposite side of the window, the other side of the room, there was a door leading to the hallway, while on the opposite side of the bottom of the bed was a door leading to a very small room, which was the place in between Jane’s room and her twin brother’s room. Jane’s closet on the side of the bed facing the door to the hallway didn’t make it all the way to the wall, so the somewhat small space between the two walls was what Jane called her “pillow place”.

Jane flopped on her bed and glanced at her bookshelf. Having not else to do, she ran her fingers across the books on the shelf until she found one. She picked it up and opened it. It was one of her favorites, a collection of old fairytales. It was short, and Jane had finished it in about an hour. She placed it back on the shelf and looked around her room. When she took time to think about it, she felt like she had an overwhelming amount of books. But she enjoyed reading more than anything in the world. Recently she had made a plan to read a variety of all the books on her shelves. You see, Jane had so many books that she decided to split them into different groups based on its genre; the shelf next to her bed contained science fiction; the one facing away from her bed held books about the arts; the one facing towards her bed held classical literature; and so on. Jane loved all books, but her favorite genre was literature. She loved the exquisite language it was written in, the intricate characters, the complex plot lines. Sometimes Jane wished she lived in the era when the books were made.

Suddenly, her brother opened her door by grabbing its doorknob and turning it. With a push, the door swung open on its hinges just like the way doors were made to do. Doors are very intriguing. 
So are marshmallows. 
But that’s another story….
”David!” Jane exclaimed by opening her mouth and exhaling through her throat wherein was a very intricate vocal device commonly know as a voice box. “Don’t you ever knock?!”Holding an open jar of peanut butter in his right hand, Jane’s brown-haired twin stood in place for an exact five-point-nine seconds before opening his mouth to do a similar act of communication.
”I was wondering if you know where my Attack of the Ultimate Death Everywhere Zombies® video game was” he replied. Or rather, not replied. Seeing as her question, rhetorical though it was, had not quite filtered through into his mind. Maybe it was because he played video games all the time.
”Don’t you ever do anything but play video games all the time?!” Jane said, employing another handy rhetorical question. “I can’t hardly read with all of that racket going on downstairs!” Downstairs, referring mainly to his room. Please ignore for the moment the other rooms in the vicinity of the first floor; such as their parent’s bedroom, a kitchen, the dining room where they watched TV, and the living room where why ate dinner. No bathroom. It was in the basement. Some excuse from the builders of not enough pipes.
”Anyway,” the girl said to her brother, bringing us away from the subject of unusually placed bathrooms, “I haven’t seen your stupid bang-bang-shoot-’em-up-whatever-it-is game. Try looking down the hall.” And with a gesture through the open door, she pointed toward her three younger sisters’ room. Otherwise observed as the door with all the sparkly glue covering it.
”Thanks.” David the excessive gamer muttered. Sticking a spoon into the peanut butter, he turned around. But instead of strolling the thirteen feet and seven inches to the remarkably dazzling door, he tripped over Jane’s cat and fell face-first into the shaggy carpet. The spoon went flying and stuck itself to the hallway ceiling with a peanutbuttery splat, the cat growled from under bed, and Jane giggled, pulling another book off the nearest shelf.

“I’m gonna kill that cat!” exclaimed David right as his second youngest sister, Rachel, walks up.
”David, don’t kill Foofenpoofers!” Rachel said as pulling out the cat from underneath the bed.
”You’re almost seven, Rachel! Start calling the cat by his real name.” said David.
Rachel started walking back downstairs, “But Timmy’s a dumb name for…” Rachel couldn’t complete her sentence because all of a sudden the peanut butter fell from ceiling and splatted in her hair!
”SARAH!!!!” Rachel started to run toward the basement where her ten year old sister, Sarah, was changing their baby sister’s diaper.
Jane opened a book and laughed just imagining what her younger sisters would do to get the peanut butter out of her hair. She heard baby Beth crying, and she just shook her head. She began to read, and before the knew it, it was two hours later. She jumped when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Sarah was standing her bed, beginning to cry. “Where’s Timmy?” asked Sarah.
”What do you mean?” Jane asked, “Isn’t he in the house?” “No, I looked everywhere, and I can’t find him!” “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s around.” They went outside and looked around the yard, but they couldn’t find him. “I’m going to get on my bike and go look for him.” Jane said, “Go back inside and don’t tell Mama!” At almost 15, Jane considered herself an adult, but her mother didn’t. She didn’t want her mother to know that she was leaving the house to look for Timmy. She remembered she had read in one of her books where a cat had gone missing and the owner went to look for it, and they had gotten kidnapped. She hoped that wouldn’t happen to her.

Of course, not everything that you see in movies comes true. Jane knew this from experience, when she had tried to lock her brother in the wardrobe and send him to Narnia to get rid of him. And then forgotten him. For six hours. The poor kid was now rather claustrophobic. Which probably explained why he had his bed lying on the floor and had insisted that his roof be made of Plexiglass. Jane now heard a plaintive meow from said Plexiglass roof… And then a howl as “Foofenpoofers” was pushed from the roof by a broom. Jane felt her eyes bug out as she watched Timmy’s long, twelve-story fall to the ground. When he luckily landed on their trampoline, she let out a sigh of relief. She now remembered that David had said that he was going to kill the cat, and saw her vision go red. She found herself flying through the air onto the Plexiglass roof, where she faced David, breathing heavily. David wavered on his feet for a moment, then passed out, fell over, and started to roll towards the edge of the roof! Jane, knowing her trajectories, knew that his speed would cause him to bash his head on the far side of the trampoline and break his legs on the ground. She reached out to try to stop him and missed, only barely keeping her own balance. She then rushed to the edge and watched helplessly as David fell towards the ground.

Jane had exactly 2.59 seconds before David hit the ground. In .10 seconds, she called the Police. Sadly, they were busy giving a ticket to a man for driving one mile over the speed limit (on purpose). Funny thing is, the speed limit was already 100 mph. Back on subject, it took Jane .10 seconds to call the firefighters. Equally saddening, they were busy getting Fluffy (the EVIL kitty from the white kingdom) out of a tree. In yet another .10 seconds, she called the paramedics. However, they were busy doing a medical drama. In .40 seconds, she had called the CIA, the FBI, the FAA and DAO (Dad’s Awesome Office). But alas, no one could help!
So in the remaining 1.89 seconds left, she did the only thing she could. Scream.

Amazingly, in midair, David turned around and landed right smack in the middle of the trampoline, sending him flying into the nearby pool. With a sigh of relief, Jane got down, and put up the ladder to get into/out of the pool for him, although she was VERY mad at him.

“Just how immature are you?” Jane cried, even though in actual fact, she was just worried about him.
David climbed out of the pool, and ignoring her question, shouted, “dude, that was so cool!!”
Jane just put her hands on her hips, glaring at her twin. “Aw, chill out, Jane-y,” David said, using his pet name for his three-hours-and-four-minutes-younger twin. “The cat’s fine!”
“Oh, right!” Jane cried angrily, as though she had just remembered the cat. “The cat was who I was worried about.” She picked up Tim, started walking towards the house shaking her head ever so slightly, her eyes starting to tear up, when she suddenly tripped. On what, she couldn’t've said, and neither could her twin, since he was busy staring at how far he had fallen while grinning like a nerd. However, the moment he heard his little sister cry out, he quickly turned around to see that she had fallen through some sort of magical chasm.
“Whoa!” He exclaimed, and ran over to where Jane had disappeared, looking through the teleporting hole in the ground. “So Portal.”

I tag @redwriter!! :D