Conflict

I encountered a conflict with a family member when my little sister , Morgan, decided that she would mess with my food. I had a lovely box of chocolate chip poptarts stowed away on the highest shelf in my cabinet . Every morning I would look in there to see if they were still untouched and it seemed to me like they were so I just left them alone . One morning I was actually hungry for breakfast and thought that I should eat one of my poptarts . When I walked into the kitchen I saw Morgan with four of my poptarts on a plate , spreading Nutella all over them , just staring at me laughing . I looked in my poptarts hiding spot and all that was left was an empty box . I wanted to punch her in the face , but that would have been frowned upon. To cool down I went to my grandparents house next door and talked to them . Later that day , after school, I was still angry about the poptarts incedent , but I thought that I would be a little bit pleased when I got home because I still had pizza rolls in the fridge waiting to be eaten . But, when I looked in the freezer , they were gone too. My sister had a death wish that day .