This story is entitled
BooBoo. It is based on a series of activities that occured in the blog-owner's room at 1323 hours.
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
She was playing with her sister, and trying to type funny things in her sister's laptop. Her sister, enraged, took a mighty swipe at the girl's face. The girl yelled out in pain.
"OWWWW!"
The sister, worried for the girl, ran towards her. "OHMYGOD, are you okay? Are you blind? Tell me you're not blind. I'M SO SORRY!"
Involuntary tears were streaming from the girl's eyes. She spluttered in pain, "No, no, I'm not blind. Why the eye?!" The girl ran to the mirror. To her utter sadness, this is what she saw:
"SISTER!" she yelled in her language. "A scar! Now I have to wear a plaster over it!" she joked, trying to make her sister feel less guilty, despite the sharp pain surging below her eyes and between her eyesbrows.
Inbetween her wild and worried apologies, the sister began to giggle.
Wiping her tears away, the girl proceeded to shower, ignoring her father, who insisted that the scar would not vanish. (D:)
After her refreshing shower, she dashed down the stairs to grab a few plasters. And just for comic's sake, she peeled it out of it's paper wrapper and stuck it over her scar.
She giggled at her reflection.
Then, she proceeded to the computer, to write a little short story about herself. She pulled off the plaster, afriad it would pull off her eyebrows if it was left to stick for too long. Now, she is ending her story, and about to shut down the computer to watch "Ghost Of Girlfriends Past" on DVD.
;)