|Dust particles softly float to the ground in the manner usually reserved for sno (standard:humor, 393 words)|
|Author: giborim||Added: Apr 17 2003||Views/Reads: 1849/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
Dust particles softly float to the ground in the manner usually reserved for snowflakes in October. Next to me lay the blade from my parents' fan. My brother, his mature age of fourteen demonstrating itself, panicked. Looking me square in the eyes he says, "I'm telling Mom and Dad the dog did it." Lazily, my Golden retriever lay on the floor scratching her ear not knowing she was about to be blamed for jumping six feet and knocking the blade off my parents' fan while managing to leave the rest intact. Even eighteen months younger than my brother, I knew that this would never work. We should have never been pillow fighting in my parents' room but it was not my choice. I had run in here for refuge. I do not know why I thought Jared would stop chasing me once I entered, as if it was some sort of sanctuary and he, with his broad sword made of pillow, would stay outside. Jared was an excellent pillow fighter and I had long since stopped trying to play with him. He knew how to push the pillow into its casing so it folded in the way that would make it hurt the most. "Mom and Dad are not going to believe the dog jumped up and knocked the blade off." I tried hard to talk without laughing so hard he couldn't understand me. Our next scheme to disguise the fan was to turn it on. Thinking that since it is moving you can't count the blades my parents would never figure it out. Jared pulled the cord to turn the fan on all the way. The fan wobbled in a way that led me to believe it had too much to drink that evening. We both started laughing, me hysterically, Jared much more reserved. I did not feel at all to blame for this I was, after all, an innocent victim he was trying to attack. "I am going to bed" It was my new scheme. I woke up in the morning expecting full well the fan would be fixed like some sort of bad dream. Of course it wasn't. We both had to pay for it. To this day I consider this a grave injustice. Dust particles softly float to the ground in the manner usually reserved for snowflakes in October. Tweet
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