This choice: Krista tries to fight you • Go Back... Krista growled at you and started throwing punches at your stomach. Her feeble little five-year-old fists couldn't do anything to your tough ten-year-old body. Krista was too small and weak. You laughed at her and that made her madder. Krista threw her punches faster, but also not as hard. It was like her fists were pillows.
"You little weakie! You're so weak!" You say.
You put your hand on Krista's forehead and pushed her away.
"Buzz off, baby!" You said.
Krista was even angrier now.
"I AM NOT BABY!" She screamed.
Krista charged... well, more like rapidly waddled at you, and dove at your knees. She actually managed to knock you down.
"Oof, get off of me!" You said.
You pushed Krista aside again, but as you stood up she grabbed onto your shirt. You tried to push her away again, but she held tight, and ripped your shirt off. You were now left topless, with your undeveloped chest exposed to the world.
"You little jerk! That was one of my favorite shirts!" You shout.
You grab Krista by her shirt, and punch her in the stomach. She doubled over in pain, falling to her knees. Krista was crying now. She had a very low tolerance for pain. You grab her by the shirt.
"How would you like it if I ripped up your clothes, you jerk!" You growl.
With a mighty roar, you ripped Krista's shirt in half, leaving her dressed in nothing but her diaper. Krista was down, but she still had some fight left in her. Krista knew that when it came to fighting against you, you would always win if she went by force alone, which meant that she had to fight dirty. Krista reached up and pinched your exposed nipple, extremely hard. It was like it was being bitten by a small animal. A small tear escaped your eye as you pushed her away again.
Just as you were getting your fist wound up to give Krista a good old fashioned knuckle sandwich, Emily came in.
"Hey, hey, hey! What the heck is going on here? Both of you stop. No fighting!" Emily said.
For a moment, both you and Krista were paralyzed with fear.
"She started it." You said, pointing to your sister.
Emily grabbed you both by the wrists and separated you. She made you stand in one corner, and Krista in the other.
"You two need to behave yourselves. I won't have you fighting like animals while your mother's away." Emily said, sternly.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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