My Evil Brother and the Stinging Bees

My older brother, Gerard and I, were playing basketball one day in our patio at my house. Actually, he was playing basketball and wasn’t sharing, so I was sitting down! I was so mad at him. He never shared with me! Television, basketball, video games, he didn’t share anything at all! This time, I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me and I was going to play basketball one way or another. I sat there quietly, watching him shoot basket, after basket. I watched that basketball intensely. I was going to get my hands on it! I watched my brother pick up the ball numerous times, then dribble it, then shoot in through the air. The moment it was out of his hands, life was in slow motion. I threw my slippers off, got up, and ran underneath the basket. At this time, my brother had already figured out my plan and began running towards the basket as well. I saw the ball, it hit the rim and was slowly falling down through I net. I extended my one arm and elbowed my brother in his stomach with my other, to prevent him from reaching the ball first. He fell down, and tripped me, so I went down as well. The ball was still falling, right above me! I reached out my little arms and I caught it. I hugged it closely to me. My brother was not getting this ball back until I got my chance to make a basket. Then he got up and grabbed it, trying to pry it from my skinny fingers. I struggled and he struggled and the ball flew out both of our hands and over the fence. I was so upset. I was so close to having it! My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me over by the fence and told me to get it! I told him no, that it wasn’t my fault (because technically it was his) and he lifted me over while I struggled to get loose. He got me over and dropped me down. Thankfully, I landed on my feet. But under my feet, there was a bee nest. Swarms of bees attacked my legs and my feet and I screamed out in pain. My brother pulled me back over but it was too late! My feet were swollen and red and my face was covered with tears. For the next two weeks, I had to apply this pink liquid on my feet 3 times a day, and my brother treated me like I was a princess. This excruciating experience taught me that even though my brother is an evil bully, he does care for me, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, down inside!