She dunk her hand inside the tank and my eyes filled with fear. She sloshed the water out trying to clutch the poor fish struggling to get away.

“Hey, Chloe!,” I started. She just darted her eyes over to me.

“What?” She exclaims.

“What do you mean what? That’s my goldfish! Stop trying to take it out of the tank!” I add. She kept swishing her hand around in the water and scrunching her nose up. I paced towards her trying to grip her arm so maybe she would stop. She finally snatched the fish from its tail in between her thumb and pointer finger and waved it around in my face. I screamed as she tried to make it touch my face. As I jerked away she flung the fish across the room and screamed.

“Ewwwww!” She squealed. “It started wriggling!” I rolled my eyes and stood up straight to scan the room. I started to anxiously search all around and I heard her chuckling. Grrr, she got on my nerves. All I knew was that the goldfish was dead for sure.