The fight between "me" and brother

Soooo, this week's blog mission was to write a descriptive scene, which happened less than one minute. I am gonna write about the fake story of a fight between a brother and a younger sister. And, I will just say the younger sister "me." Then, let the story BEGIN!

I slowly pushed the door of my brother's room. The spring breeze was coming in through the opened window, and beside the window there was a messy desk full of ripped and crumbled papers. I came here to sharpen my dull, short pencil, since my pencil sharpener was broken. I walked to his table full of pencil marks and reached out my hand for the pencil sharpener and- My brother suddenly dashed inside and knocked me down at his blue-and-red bed. I fell from the head, banging my head to the soft, bouncy bed. Even before I could actually stand up and say something, he pressed me hard by sitting on my back. Air got out of my mouth, but still I could breathe well. However, I wiggled my body and said "I CAN'T BREATHE!!!". That was a loud noise, and my brother loosened his grip on my back and stood up a little. Well, isn't this a perfect chance? I banged my head on the fluffy bed and slipped down between his legs. However, he made a tight grip on his leg, and my body was tightly gripped between his two hard legs. I wiggled hard and tried to get out, but my brother laughed and said "Well, that's the pay for lying to me." I banged my head against him and looked at his black eyes. Then I screamed, "WELL, I CAME HERE TO SHARPEN MY PENCIL!" He screamed back, "YOU LIED AGAIN!" I looked at him with all my anger inside my eyes, and I gave him my best deadly look. He just tightened his legs, and there was no response. My anger was going up and up. I punched him on the leg and while he said "OUCH!" I dashed outside toward the brown door. Then, he grabbed a handful of my sleeve and tried to knock me down again. I tickled him and slapped his hand again and again. Finally his hand let go of my sleeve, and I dashed to my room. Well, actually, I TRIED to dash. Mom was staying there, staring at me. And said with a sigh, "Can you guys PLEASE STOP FIGHTING?" Well, yeah, that was the end of the fight. Oh, and after mom went back, angry, to the living room, I whispered, "And that's the pay for pressing me."

Well, this is a FAKE STORY, so don't really believe that me and my brother fight like this. We fight a lot, actually, but not this violent. But my brother pressing me- this is REAL. He just knocks me down and presses me really hard. I usually don't respond, and he presses really hard. So I shout out mom, and he quickly gets off me. Mom is the king of this house, so...

Anyways, I will come back with another post😎 Bye GUYZZ!