|childhood accomplishments (standard:humor, 482 words)|
|Author: giborim||Added: Apr 17 2003||Views/Reads: 3961/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jared was always the big brother, stronger and better at everything but just once I wanted to be better.|
“You never hit anything”, yelled Jared. He did that dance too. That taunting one that I hated. His butt shook, arms reached to the sky, his head tilted back the bright south Florida summer sunshine pouring down on his dance and he laughed. It was true though. Jared was only eighteen months my senior but he kicked my butt in sports. At 9 years old he was taller, stronger, and faster than I, but I was more determined. The pool in our backyard shimmered like it never had before. Jared was about fifteen feet away from me, waist deep in the cool pool water but I could still see the dance. It made me wish the arrow was real and that it would hurt him good when it hit. I drew back on the bow with my arrow in place. The arrow didn't go anywhere near him. It was a failure. Jared laughed wildly. I felt my face turn red and my muscles clench up. I felt like the little teapot and the steam was pouring out of my ears. I was more determined than ever. The bow was red plastic and I believe it was purposely made poorly so children couldn't hurt each other with it. The yellow plastic arrow didn't have a point, it had a red suction cup that never stuck when you shot it. If you wanted to make it stick you had to lick it and then put in onto a window and even then you only had a fifty-fifty shot of it sticking. But even with all these things against me I knew I would do it. “Ok, I'll put my hands behind my back and I wont flinch” Jared taunted. He even put his face forward a little as to make it even more embarrassing when I missed. I placed the arrow on the bow and pulled the elastic cord back. With the bow close to my head I tried to aim. Then I let go. WHAM! I hit him. I really did it. Right in the eye, actually. I almost wanted to run and get my mom to tell her I was so proud. But then he did it. I can't believe he did but he did. He cried. Not real crying because it hurt but fake crying to get me in trouble. Who cares? I still did it. I watched the gigantic tears swell in his enormous brown eyes and I felt righteous. How could I get in trouble I'd just tell my dad what happened and he would understand. Clump. Clump. Clump. “Dad's coming” Jared said laughing through his phony tears. It suddenly dawned on me I'm going to trouble. And I did. I got spanked, it hurt but it never took away the memory of hitting my brother right in the eye with that arrow. It was the best feeling ever. Tweet
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