Reflective Essay: Saint Patrick's Day

Plums

I woke up to the bright flash of lighting, looks like the clouds are arguing again, wonder what it is about this time.

"Hey dipstick, wake up and help us with breakfast" said Adam, my little brother was wearing his favourite jeans jacket which my mum got him when he was 10 from Mind, with all sorts of incompatible patches of embroidery on it.

Flowers, plants, dragons and wolves, all sewed on by him. When he was younger whenever he took a liking to something he became obsessed with it and just had to sew it on his jeans jacket.

"Get out of my room knob head" I said to Adam, as I nuzzled my nose into my pillow.

Adam said nothing back so I uncovered my head to check if he went into anaphylactic shock or had an aneurism.

"Hello darling"

"Good morning" my mum said with a fake smile and went on "What in god 's name were you doing last night? It 's past noon" she said waving a wooden spoon like a conductor leading an orchestra.

Which sounds normal to the average person, but in our family if my mum holds a wooden spoon and waves, it 's a warning.

"I had a lot of clients yesterday, Saint Patrick 's Day, I was flooded with clients I couldn 't even go out for lunch".

"Yeah, so many clients" Adam said sarcastically.

"By the way I ate your plums from the ice box back in the shed. Couldn 't resist them they were so sweet and cold" Adam said

What plums? I never said anything about plums and why would they be in the shed? It takes me a few seconds to realize what he meant by that.

As I tried to decipher Adams code my mum asks "What plums? Oh Maria darling, you bought plums, for me?"

"Oh, the plums, yeah I ... I got them for you but obviously Adam got to them first. Sorry Mom".

"Yeah, mum, sorry" Adam said.

"Aww, I got excited for nothing. Oh well. Anyway I have to go to Sainsbury 's today, maybe I 'll get some while I 'm there." My mom said.

"Adam, may I speak to you for a second? In the shed" I

"Yeah. If you 'd be welling to set me up on a date with him, I might consider not telling on you".

"Have you lost your mind? Luka is much older than you, and you 're a minor. He 'll never agree".

"Oh well. Enjoy jail" Adam said as he walked slowly towards the door.

"Wait, alright I 'll get you the date".

Adam turned to me with a huge grin on his face, and said "Pleasure doing business with you sis" he turned away and walked out of the shed.

I locked the door behind him and walked to the ice box. I opened it and saw the dead body of the guy I accidently killed the night before.

The stench has started to seep out and I couldn 't hide it anymore, his body had already started bloating. I needed to get rid of the body, soon.

I went back into the house. Thought it best to deal with this dead body after my mum has gone out for groceries.

"Where 's mum?" I ask Adam.

"She already left, she really wanted those plums".

"Oh. Hey would you help me out with something?"

"What is it now?"

"I need to get rid of the body, but I don 't know how".

"Burn it".

"It 's already started to smell, people will notice".

"Hmm, cut it up and bury it in separate