This is awesome! Very nice starter.
Here is mine. (I know that it might seem cliche at first, but please read on. Hopefully it will make you laugh.) :)
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Hamilton Holt thought he had the two most annoying little sisters on the planet. And that was before they hacked his email account.
Coincidentally, the only thing the twins sought after to do when they weren't running in triathlons, playing their sports (or ballet), or trying to constantly one-up each other in gym class, was terrorizing their older brother on every occasion they thought was convenient.
Hamilton got a helping of their pranks when he woke up one morning to find toothpaste squirted and matted into his hair.
Other times it would be that Madison would paint the weights he used for training a shimmery pink coat, or Reagan would snap a picture of a stuffed animal that she'd bought and post it online, declaring it to be Hamilton's "favorite". The caption that time had read, "My lovely Princess Speckle Bottoms". Hamilton had had to stay home for a week to wallow in his sorrows without anyone from school harassing him about it.
Then there was that time they had sprayed silly-string all over his Junior High 1st Place football trophy….
But Hamilton had to digress. It was sad how much one email could ruin your life in less than a minute.
Hamilton was studying for the High School Social Studies Test he'd been dreading all week, yearning for some way he could get out of it and maybe toss around the football with himself (Eisenhower was out of town with his wife on a trip to a Fitness campus that could potentially kill whoever participated in its long-feared events).
Madison and Reagan were still in the house, but who could tell where?
That had been Hamilton's first mistake.
"Note to Self;" he would recall many times afterwards, "Never let sisters out of sight again; especially not with your laptop in a vulnerable place".
The kitchen table---was that where the sounds were coming from?
Hamilton pinched his pencil between his thumb and other fingers and let out a steamy exhale of breath. With what he would possibly be able to accomplish without his sisters making noise like a bunch of stampeding elephants, he might've already earned his Masters Degree and made it out of College by now.
"Not B., That's a trick question. It's D. Circle D." he coaxed himself in his head, trying to concentrate on his multiple choice question on the test paper.
Nope. It's wasn't happening.
It wasn't that the test was hard, but a few thumps, scuffles, and giggles coming from downstairs prevented him from thinking with a clear head.
"D. D. D."
A roar of giggles chorused from downstairs, and Hamilton dropped his pencil and stood up.
The guffaws were floating up as Hamilton bounded downstairs. He stopped short and looked in complete fury at Madison and Reagan leaning over his laptop on the kitchen table.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, leaping over to see what on earth was so hilarious. The noises didn't even matter anymore.
"Check it out, Romeo," Reagan chortled, even as Hamilton shoved her out of the seat. Madison was trying to catch her breath.
"Hey. Guess who thinks Ekats are superb and has a crush on a certain one of them!" Madison crowed, not bothering to wipe the grin off her face when Hamilton pushed her away.
"What do you m-"
Hamilton stopped as an autosaved draft of an email popped up onto his screen.
"What did you do?!" he roared in a frantic swirl of fear.
He looked at the message. He recognized the email address by the last name: Starling. The message that followed was from him. He had not written it.
To an extraordinary Ekat,
I think it's time to let you know how much I appreciate your genius. I've never met someone so brilliant, radiant or charming like you. I can't imagine a world without your suburb mind to make it better.
He almsot exploded.
It was like the red on his cheeks was burning him from the intense chagrin he was already enduring. Beads of nervous sweat trickled down.
"Are you out of your minds?!" he cried, almost slugging both of them for how hard they were giggling.
"'To an extraordinary Ekat'," Reagan said in between howling laughs.
"'I've never met someone so brilliant-'" gasped Madison, chortling and wiping a little tear from her eye.
"You are in so much trouble of you sent that," threatened Hamilton, about ready to pull his hair out.
"What, you think we wrote that for no reason?" Madison questioned while chuckling.
"Of course we sent it!" Reagan exclaimed, then burst into stitches again.
"What?" Hamilton shouted. He must have heard wrong.
But the computer had already autosaved it and….
Message Sent, was the little announcement on the screen.
His whole world was melting in one boiling cauldron of embarrassment, fear, and anger at that moment.
"You. Are. So. Dead." he seethed, barely able to take his eyes off the screen.
"Aw, c'mon!" Reagan protested, still snickering. "Don't tell me you don't think that's funny!"
"I'm splitting my sides, can't you see?" he groaned as he collapsed on the surface of the table, head in his hands.
His face must have been the color of a spring cherry by now. He was emitting heat, he could've sworn, by the way he was sweating.
"Maybe Sinead will think it's sweet!" Madison joked brightly, prompting Reagan to try to hold down her smirk as Hamilton gazed murderously at them.
"This is not funny! Every day it's something else! Well, you have gone way past the line-"
Hamilton didn't really realize how much time had gone by since the email was sent until the phone rang with a piercing cry.
He grabbed it and stuck his ear into it, more than enraged by now. He didn't need anyone else calling him right now. Any other time…..
"Hello? Hamilton?" the voice asked. Hamilton almost knocked over the table with how fast he stood up.
"Ted?" he squeaked, not daring to bring his voice up above there. Reagan and Madison heard him and their delighted faces dropped.
"Hi…." Ted trailed off. Hamilton would put his money on this being the most awkward moment of his life.
"Ted, what's wrong?" Hamilton asked, still on edge.
"Um, did you send an email to me, Hamilton?"
Hamilton flinched so badly that the phone almost slipped from his grasp.
"That went to you?" he gasped.
Ted sounded so flustered that Hamilton felt his discomfort like a beam of fire on his equally flustered face.
"Look, I didn't…I mean, I-I, my sisters…"
He was in what Jonah would call a "funk". Words fled away from his mouth as he stumbled around for what to say.
Madison and Reagan rechecked the email on the screen. Reagan's face dropped.
"The address isn't Sinead's!" she wailed. "It's Ted's!"
Madison looked rosy as she formed her lips into a grim, wincing line. "Oopsie."
"Hey, dude, don't worry," Ted assured, still sounded embarrassed but with a faint trace of amusement in his voce. "I know that was meant for Sinead."
"But, me sisters-I-I mean, I didn't write it!" Hamilton insisted.
"Yeah. I kind of figured that too. Definitely a computer hack."
A pause, because Hamilton was still floundering with words.
"Madison and Reagan?" Ted guessed, chuckling. "I thought you were the computer genius of the family. But even I know you wouldn't write that."
"Why?" he barely managed to rasp. Should he be offended by Ted's tone?
"You're a Tomas. You just wouldn't. Not even to my sister, Hamilton. Tomas just don't."
The line cut and Hamilton gripped the receiver with white knuckles.
Yep. He was going to have some revenge for his sisters.
But somehow it was still offensive.
Oh well, the Ekat could think what he wanted. Still, though, Hamilton was depressed that he would have to get over this by himself; there was no way on earth he was telling his dad about this one.