Five Minutes!

Demyan 

"Oksana! Oksana!" I banged on my little sister's door for the past five minutes. 

"I'm sleeping!" she screamed back, probably getting exhausted with the noise. 

"You're going to be late for school," I yelled, "I warned you not to stay up the whole night watching teli."

"Sue me! I made a mistake," she groaned. 

"If you don't open up the door I'm going to get Dad," I folded my arms across my chest as I waited. Within seconds the door opened to reveal her tiny body dressed in one of Dad's Versace hoodies, that was a dress to her. She looked like a mess, her hair sticking out in random places, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and her pale skin looked ashy.