This choice: Felt like picking a fight • Go Back...
Chapter #3
Felt like picking a fight
by: Unknown
"What are you doing here?" you ask a little impatiently, you were having fun relaxing an listening to your music.
"I came to ask if you have seen my CD." she replies a little annoyed by your impatience.
"Well, I don't have it." you say shutting the door. The door closes, but bumps against something. You look down and see you sister's foot in the door.
"I want to check your room for my CD, I think you have it!" she angrily says to you.
"No you can't search my room and I DON'T HAVE YOUR STUPID CD!" you yell.
"Well I'm not moving my foot until you let me search for it!" she yells back.
"Fine, leave it there, see if I care!" you say. Turning your back to the door you walk towards your desk, when you get tackled from behind by your little sister. You are surprised by this and you fall to the ground. You wrestle on the floor and you are shocked, your sister is wrestling like some kind of wild animal. You wind up in a strange position with her head at your feet and her feet pressing up against your nose. Her feet smell so bad. You struggle to get them off your face but you sister has them on tight.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.15 seconds at 12:58am on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
