So this happened yesterday, and I just now got around to writing it all out.
mom and sibs left at about two thirty to pick up Hannah, telling me they'd likely not be home until six. So I had a nice time to myself until about three thirty when they called and said Dad wanted them to pick him up instead of waiting until five, so they'd be home at about four thirty. I went on a bit of a cleaning rampage, and at four, I brushed out my hair (so I wouldn't look like a homeless ratty girl because it was in REALLY bad bedhead condition) and grabbed the plate of cookies. I wanted to get it over with while the fam was gone. I walked outside and saw my neighbors working outside.
I asked Billy where Chandler was, (because I'd REALLY rather give it to him), and he jerked his thumb over, and I handed Chandler the plate, telling him somebody told me to give this to them. Billy came over and looked at the plate and then me and asked who. I told him he wouldn't believe me if I told him. He told me just to tell him. I said "God." and took off like a shot towards the house. As I crossed the driveway, I heard them unwrap the foiled paper plate and Billy shouted after me "Are they poisoned?" I burst out laughing and came back around to where they could see me, and held up my hands in plain view. "I swear they're not." He picked one up and examined it, and then asked who made them, then looked at me oddly and said "You did, didn't you?" I nodded a bit and took off again. As I ran up the stairs, they shouted something that I didn't hear well, and I yelled back and told them to check the bottom of the plate. I dashed inside and headed to the window where I could watch them. Billy had taken the paper off the bottom that I had taped there, unfolded it, and read it to himself, then Chandler snatched it and read it, then Billy snatched it back and showed it to his parents who leaned over their back deck asking what on earth was going on. 
I gave up watching then, because I was laughing so hard and came back to the computer to type out "EoW", then the doorbell rang. Chandler stood there, with some sort of shock on his face, mixed with laughter and pretty obvious chocolate. He nodded and said "Thanks." I just nodded back and said "You're welcome." He left within a minute or so, and I finished cleaning, on a pretty nice God-high. 
Although last night, as I sat in bed after midnight, I was kinda upset that they would even think to ask if they were poisoned. ouch.
In the meantime, I'm keeping a close eye on the phone and door in case the police come and take me away for mental examination. 
Oh! I never said what the note said. "I'm really sorry for being such a jerk. ~ Blair. 1 John 2:9-10"
To be completely honest, I don't know why I added that verse on the end... but it's what helped me do this... And I'm still trying to keep it a secret from the siblings lest they assume that I'm trying to hit on the neighbor boy. 
Can you say NO?
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Aug. 31, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Katartismosacademy
You didn't have to keep it a secret from ME! That is so cool!
I won't tell.