An Annoying and Hurtful Day
An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Layan © October 2011
Over the spring break, when I was 7 years old, my younger brother and I were playing catch in the lobby of my apartment building. My brother always chases me and be mean to me! The lobby in my building was spacious enough to run in. But it was also smaller than the lobby in a hotel. It was almost as big as my classroom but a bit larger. In the lobby were sitting my neighbors. Oh I almost forgot also the buildings security guard.
In the game there is a catcher and a runner. The catcher has to catch the runner and so the runner is out of the game. Although when there are more than two people playing the game the runner enters jail!!! But that particular day there was the only two of us! So we had to live with it for the day. We tried asking our friend neighbors but they said they were busy. Huh! So we were stuck playing alone.
Before we even started, my brother was going crazy, dancing up and down, turning, whirling and doing other crazy stuff. Frist of all I shouted, “STOP IT!” So he stopped.
After that I said, “1, 2, 3, GOO“. I was wearing my slippery slippers, and my brother was going extra fast! Every time I try and go faster I slip!!!I kept tearing from the air that was coming into my eyes. I couldn’t stand it! My evil brother was laughing behind me!! “Stop it!” I scream. But he never listens. And my brother is still going madly fast. I started screaming and yelling, I was amazingly scared! After that I told him, “Pause game”, then he said,” OK you want to pause fine I’ll go the fastest I can.” I started roaring and saying, “No, no!” But he never stopped…
I kept tearing from the air that was coming into my eyes. I couldn’t stand it!!!! My evil brother was laughing behind my back!!!! “Stop it!” I screamed, but he just ignored.
I started crying and whining and still, my brother was going faster than a cheetah! I ran into the lobby, the securities started looking at us astonishly as if we were monsters! My friend neighbors were laughing at me whenever I slip!!They are so mean. We ran back to the house…
I dashed into the house sobbing defingly! But my mum couldn’t hear me cry because she was she was cooking, in the massive kitchen and the door was closed and shut tight. OMG!! He was moving like an electric machine, I couldn’t make him stop!!!....
I ran into the wide corridor of my house, I was going so fast, and DJJJJJ!!! My little tiny finger slid under my leg… Crack!
I felt and heard my tiny little bone crack , I felt the pain sliding into my vane and into my bone! The numbness filled my tiny finger, I couldn’t move it! I felt it pumping up and down, about 100 seconds a minute. My brother ran to my mum telling her what had happened. I started crying.
My mum came running. She started asking me what had happened, so I told her. She took me and hurried to the hospital, and I had a chip fracture in my pinky. I learnt my lesson to never wear, slippery slippers when I am running or playing catch, ever again!
