Sisterly Love

It was a late summer night about twelve years ago. My sister and I played outside every night.active voice We never really fought that much, but this night it was different. Samantha would not leave me alone. Everything was going good until she started picking on me about my broken arm. I didn't mind it when she picked on me because I could just ignore her, but I did not like it when people picked on me about my broken bones. Samantha kept saying, "Hey one arm. How's it going?"
As used to it as I was, these sarcastic comments were not going to get to me because I wasn't going to let them. Unfortunately, this went on and on for about two hours. I was getting sick and tired of hearing her. Breathing heavily, I said, "Leave me alone or I am going to tell on you."
"I didn't know one arm girls were tattle tails?," she said back to me.
"I am going to tell Deddy!," I yelled.
Sure enough, I went and told on my sister. "Deddy, people won't leave me alone about my broken arm."
Notice I said people, so he wouldn't know I was talking about my sister. I was a smart kid back then and I knew if he knew she was picking on me, he would take up for her like always.
"Stephanie, what have I told you about people picking on you? You have to take up for yourself. Don't let anyone bother you and if they do just punch them right in the nose. Make sure they bleed though!," Deddy said.
I was four years old and I didn't even know of a word called sarcasm. A few minutes later, I went back outside and did not say a word to her. I waited for her to say something because I knew it was coming. I waited and waited, sure enough she had the nerve to say something. "Stephanie, you need to go back inside because little girls with broken arms don't get to play outside!," she said.
I went up to her and yelled, "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
"No!," she said very calmly.
Boldly, I walked over to her and just thought for a minute about what I was about to do. I didn't think long though. I rared back and punched her right in the nose so hard it hurt my broken arm. Chest pumping, I was very proud for taking up for myself.painting with absolutes Blood was gushing everywhere and my cry-baby sister was balling. I was thinking to myself, "Oh my gosh, what have I done?"
Standing fiercely, I was waiting for her to hit back.painting with participles I just looked at her for a few minutes then ran inside. I yelled, "Mama, Deddy, Sam is bleeding."
Deddy yelled, "Ahh she will be okay!"
Sam came running inside, scared and mad, holding her nose while still crying.adjectives shifted out of order Deddy busted out laughing. He knew what I had done, he knew I had punched her in the nose, he knew this happened because of what he just told me. I took off running to my room and hid under the covers, knowing that I was going to get in big trouble.
Deddy came in my room after her nose finally quit bleeding. He said, "Stephanie, I am glad you know how to fight. Let's not bust your sister's nose open anymore though."
Sighing gladly, I said, "Yes sir! I will never do it again I promise!"
As scared as I was, I didn't get in trouble for practically breaking my sister's nose. I definetly learned my lesson and I know for sure that my sister did too!