I ran to my apartment, my babysitter running as fast as she could after me. I giggled and ran faster, and when I got into the apartment I ran to the biggest room and started jumping on the bed.
"Samantha! SAMANTHA!" The babysitter yelled. "OFF THE BED! That's my room!"
"NO THIS IS MY ROOM!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled and continued jumping on the bed. I stopped for a minute, went and got my paint and got some on my fingers. Then I jumped on the bed again, and my fingers touched the ceiling, covering it in paint.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?!" She screeched, and I put my fingers on her head. She screamed at me a bit more and then ran out of the apartment. I wondered what her problem was...