“you’ll be sorry for this, jo march!”

amy shrieked at the quickly retreating form of the second oldest march sister, her hands clenched at her sides as she seethed in the middle of the sitting room.

beth’s hands froze over the piano for only a second to glance over at amy in quiet shock at her outburst.

you watched in slight horror at just how angry your sister looked. yes, she was overreacting. jo was simply going to the theater with laurie. it wasn’t exactly the end of the world. but amy had begged jo to bring her along. you can guess what the response was to that.

amy didn’t know what to do with her agitation. this always happened! jo always left her behind! she had to hurt her somehow. what should she do? destroy a dress of hers? no, jo didn’t care for that sort of thing. what mattered to her? what would make her sorry?

she scowled and stormed out of the room and toward the stairs. you and beth shared a confused glance as to where she was going and you quickly stood to follow her.

you made it to the stop of the stairs only to see amy digging through jo’s writings through an open doorway. oh no.

you hurried into the room to try and stop her.

“amy, what’re you doing! why-“

she tore through the various drawers and scattered the contents of the desk, looking for something, it seemed.

“i’ll make her sorry!” she pulled out a heavily filled journal from beneath a stray play script, something jo had been working on for months.

you immediately recognized it. and then you realized what she planned to do.

“you can’t! do you know how much work she’s put into that?” you lunged for the journal in amy’s hand but she was too quick, bounding out of the room and back toward the stairs. there was no doubt she was going to throw jo’s most prized possession into the fireplace or hold it to a candle flame. you followed her at a sprint as you dashed down the stairs.