A/N: Please critique!
Lalia sat on her bed, combing her hair. The house was quiet, no noise could be heard on all of the two floors. It was odd, not hearing her parents scream at Nathan or gush about Mace. No one was home, except for herself. She liked it that way, being able to think and do things. Without being watched.
She was going over the past events of yesterday, in which Nathan had helped her build a Lego house. Lalia always loved it when Nathan took the time to play with her and show her how to construct houses of all kinds. She remembered knocking over the house (when Nathan had left to go make a sandwich), the Legos skidding across the wooden floors. The noise had sent Mace banging open the door in agitation.
Lalia never really liked Mace. He was always loud and obnoxious, bragging about his math skills. She yanked on the comb harder, trying to get a knot out of her shoulder length hair. It hurt. Frustrated, she set the comb down on the blue sheets.
The sound of Mace's squeaky voice filled Lalia's head as she recalled the words he said to her. "Lalia, don't you do anything besides play with those little toys? Don't you want to get smarter? Well, I do, so keep it down! I'm trying to study." As he had shut the door, Lalia caught the whisper he thought she would never hear. "Lalia is such an annoying brat."
Her hands began to shake at the memory; her fourteen year old brother made her so angry. Her parents doted on him. She didn't mind Mace being adored, it gave her time to herself. But, couples in their forties often forgot about their eldest son. Poor Nathan never got as much attention as Mace did, and Lalia wished that this could be reversed.
Lalia grabbed a hair band that was resting on a nearby nightstand. Tying it in her hair, she managed to catch the stray strands she usually found tickling at her eyes. She looked at her hands as they shook, wondering how much power could be held in them. Though they were small, she knew she could do so much more with them than build Legos.
A door opened and shut, sending chills down her spin. Someone was home, that someone had disturbed the peace. She slid off the bed silently, her white sneakers touching the ground. That someone was walking, walking around the house making noise. She didn't like that someone.
She tiptoed down the hallway, stopping at the wooden railing of the small staircase. There Lalia was able to view the kitchen easily without being noticed. Mace was banging around, trying to find his favorite box of crackers. The same box Lalia had thrown away the day before out of anger. She watched him scratch his head, puzzled. Her hands began to vibrate more than ever as she stepped down the stairs.
"Hello." Her voice was low, trying to make him scared. It worked, because Mace jumped back and let out a shrill scream. He's such a baby, she thought. It was almost time to get rid of the annoyance that was in her life.
"Who are you?" his voice trembled. Perfect, was the word going through her head. She moved forward, swiftly. However, her sneaker scuffed against the floor, making a loud screech.
His back was turned to her, and she made out sweat marks that began to stain his polo shirt. The trembling in her hands seemed to match the trembling in Mace's body, and she was ready to pounce. Like a viper attacking its prey, she jumped on top of Mace and wrapped one small arm around his throat.
He gasped for breath, as she tightned her hold. She didn't really know what over took her, it was just the power in her ten year old hands.
Mace struggled a bit, writhing around in her arms. Almost like a toddler wiggling out of a hug. His black hair was no longer combed to perfection, it was now sticking up in odd places. His breath was quickening.
She gripped tighter, imagining sucking all of the air out of that ignorant boy. She didn't tell herself to stop, or even think of any consequences that would follow if she was caught.
But she wasn't going to be caught.
In that instant she felt his last breath on her arm and stillness all at once, and her brother stopped writhing. He wasn't moving at all, and he crumbled to the floor. Lalia toppled over him, her knees pressed into his back. He was...dead.
It just seemed like it was a bit of an overkill. 
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