Monday It was summer, and I was in my room planning what I was doing for the holiday. Suddenly, my door flung open to reveal the most annoying person ever, my sister Rosie. She marched into my room, sat on the nearest chair, helped herself to my special biscuits and milk on a table, plopped her legs on my special couch and grinned from ear to ear. I yanked the biscuits away from her; as for the milk, it was long gone, “What do you want?” I sighed. Rosie stood up and paced around the room like she was trying to remember a battle plan. Finally, she said, “I need your help.” Had I heard right? Rosie needed my help! I stared at her as if her head just fell off. I couldn’t speak. Luckily, I didn’t have to. “ANNA, GET DOWN HERE! “I glanced at Rosie, and she gave me a sinister look. I went down the stairs as slowly as possible until I got downstairs. Mum and Dad stood in the living room. “How could you?” Mum asked. “Huh?” I wondered. How could I what? Mum picked something up. It was a chicken...