Quick, Let's Get Out Of Here (Amended)
First off: Decent Topic! W00 yay!

Secondly, the time I injured my sister quite seriously...

I was nine and she was eleven. At this time we had Micheal Rosen's Quick, Let's Get Out Of Here! Borrowed from the library, technically it was hers but I loved that book...

...and me being a little bastard did what?

Well, one night, she summoned me to her room. There she was in bed, half sat-up, half lying down on the pillows. Then she proceeded to scream at me that I should give her back the book, how it was her book, that I had stolen it etc etc. This carried on for about two minutes.

I then decided to give it to her there and then. I held it up vertically as if I was receiving the Ten Commandments from God - so what happens next?

This book is HUGE. It's about A3 size and even better, it's a hardback edition. With this, held up, it then gets thrown/slammed into her forehead.

Cue three seconds of stunned silence followed
by a piercing, shrill howling of immense pain.

I bricked it there and then while I could and tore down the stairs, past my upcoming dad who was tramping up the stairs to see what the hell had happened.

Ten minutes later, I was cornered by said parent asking me what had I done to her.

Two minutes after an uncomfortable silence, my arse might as well have been a fountain of blood after the thrashing said parent gave me for making what was an 'unprovoked and thoroughly nasty' attack on her.

Sadly, the twat (the parent) had only gone and not heard the vile screeching she'd given me beforehand. :(


Thirdly, I've had to rewrite and repost this because of my mangy sister! Reason being was I was browsing through the archive and then dinner was done. I went to go fetch the dinner and my sister, the evil one, the fountain of all sin, had found my entry and deleted it!:(

Width's still nothing, without length.
(FightingComet got Boost Power on, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 21:53, Reply)