Natalie

I wished it never had happened. The dreadful screaming of my sister filled my ears. Her blood dripping eye glaring at me. It unfolded like this. It was the day before Christmas. We were at home: just Mum, my cute but totally annoying sister and I. Mum had just taken her sticky pavlova out of the steaming hot oven. She was decorating it with thinly sliced mango and freshly whipped cream.

Around the corner in the playroom Amy, my sister, and I had just opened our Christmas calendar for that day. In the little cardboard box there lay two purple sword fighting sticks. With them came an instruction sheet with how to play. They were only 30cm long so it was a bit hard to have a decent fight. While I went to go to the toilet typical Amy went for another visit to our bedroom to get changed for the fourth time that day. I flushed the toilet and I could not believe my eyes. Right in front of me I could see Amy. Her brown mustardy colored hair dangling down to her elbows matching her dark eyes. The bright pink mess of her tutu and ballet shoes (which were still stained from the last incident with the plum jam) were dazzling. She had been into Mum’s make up and had literally plastered her face with foundation, blush and revolting orange lipstick. She was dressed for a war!

Without warning she came at me. Her stubby arms jiggled and wiggled as they flung back like hawk wings and soared across the room. I flashed my awesome purple sword trying to defend myself from the evil Amy. When it happened my sword became more like dagger, slipping from my hand and hitting her in the eye.

Blood started gushing everywhere. The carpet under her was ruby red. Amy took off, her hand covering her injured eye. It was easy to predict that I was going to be in huge trouble and Amy was going to tell on me. Nek minnit mum came flying round the corner, bright red with rage and following her was the little fat and chubby, and still bleedingAmy. Not surprising really. I knew she’d gone and told on me. But the unfair thing was that Mum was always on her side. No matter what. I reckon it’s because she's smaller than me. And yes, I got into trouble. After being given the all clear by the doctor, Amy came home with a patch over her eye. I cracked a joke about being a pirate and Mum gave just me a cold, steely glare. Mum chucked the Christmas calendar in the bin and after that, nothing else was said.

One year on a parcel arrived at the beginning of December. As I gently opened the package my eyes lit up. Carefully wrapped up in bubble wrap was a paintball set.