A not so very Merry Christmas
February 2019
By Remy
I am learning to entertain my audience through a recount
Mmm, that is the sound that echoed through our bach as my whole family was eating christmas cake. We were just eating the cake like normal people would do, until my daredevil brother decided to run of. Splat… was the next sound that interrupted all of us eating our cake. My brother had somehow run into the corner of a wall, slicing his head open to the BONE!.
All you could hear was the sound of his scream, I was sure he wouldn't have any air left in his lungs as the screams sent shivers down my spine. The blood was pouring out of his head, this was not a pretty sight. Then all of a sudden there was deathly silence, soon to be filled with the sound of sirens. The bright big red and blue lights flashing against the walls through the windows, before disappearing off into the distance.
My brother had been taken to a place no one wants to go to … the HOSPITAL. When my brother had ran into the wall he had split his head open three layers, first was the skin, then the tissue and the last bit was right to the bone. He was very lucky he didn't damage the bone. To put this mess back together my brother had to get sixteen stitches, which also meant he also got sixteen lollipops.
Francesco came back to the bach after midnight, everyone had been waiting for the poor little thing to come home. When he arrived he looked a bit different, he had a new accessory covering his forehead. The next day he was back to his normal self but he was still a bit cautious, especially when running. I think he might of learnt a lesson and he still has a great big scar on his head to this day to remind him.
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