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‘Someeeeee whereeeee oooover the Raiiiiiinbow Skyyyyys aaaare Blueeeeeeee.’
I rolled my eyes as I pushed open the front door and dumped my bag at the entrance. She had been at in for 3 days already hardly ceasing to take a breath.
My 8 year old sister was snuggled in the corner of the couch with a colouring book resting on her lap and a red crayon in her right hand. Her left arm was busily swaying about like Dorothy did in the movie she has watched at least 50 times this week. I was ready to rip out her vocal cords.
‘PHOEBE BE QUIET!’
She continued to sing, this time louder, still out of time and still out of tune.
‘STOP IT!’ I screamed again. Her aggravating, ear shattering ‘song’ persisted.
‘GRAMS!’ I stomped into the kitchen. Grams was setting the table.
‘Hello darling! How was school?’ She made her way over to me and kissed me on the forehead holding me tight around the shoulders. I rested my head on her chest.
‘School was fine. But can’t you do something about Phoebe?!?!’
‘Oh Prue, you were exactly the same at her age…Obsessed with “The Sound of Music” if I remember correctly.’
‘I wasn’t as bad as HER!’
I pointed towards the lounge room, glared at my grandmother and marched up stairs. I went to the room that Piper and I shared and saw my middle sister sitting with a pillow pulled over her head.
I laughed at her and pulled it off.
‘Getting to you too huh?’
She nodded and frowned.
‘Can’t you make her shut up?’ Piper whined.
I shrugged.
‘How?’
‘I don’t know…’ She sunk back into her bed and groaned as the next verse started.
‘Some day I’ll wish apon a starrrrrr and wake up where the clouds are faaaaarrrrr behiiiiind meeeeee.’
My baby sister belted out each note as noisily as she could.
‘Oh for god’s sakes!’ I sighed.
‘Whereeeee troubleeess melt like lemon dwops. Awayyyy apon the Chimenyyy top that’s Wherrreeee you’lllll fiiiiiind meeeeee!’
That was when I heard Grams.
‘Phoebe honey, why don’t you sing a little more quietly…maybe a different song?’
‘No Grams. I like this one. Do you think I should sing it for Piper and Prue?’
‘Erm….’ Phoebe had missed the hesitation in her grandmothers voice and hurried up the stairs. She didn’t bother to knock. She made an announcement, unceremoniously as every and sung the same song for the 143rd time that day.
‘Ahhh PHOEBE SHUT UP!’We yelled in unison


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