( btw this is not a poem, this is a part two for a story I had written before called; The controller… I hope you like it!) I had dreamed of this happening, but I never thought it would actually happen. that my sister would fling herself out the window! It is all becoming real. All I could do was stand there in shock for a straight minute. Trying to comprehend the situation. Once I gained my composure I ran to the window to see what was left of my sweet sister. But when I looked down I saw a trampoline. And my sister wasn’t there. “Wh- what?!” I exclaimed out of confusion. And then from the living room I heard… the tv? I sprinted to the living room to see my sister on the couch, with a sly look on her face as she looked up at me and said: “The controllers mine now.”