I……am a very competitive person like stupid competitive
i turn everything into a competition and refuse to lose like shiii…..im more competitive
than you if im being hone- now does my competitive personality mean that
i have this respectable charismatic go getter attitude that always makes those around me
view me as a leader and an all around winner….no it just means if im at the store and i see
you buy one apple im buying two apples its always been like that i just like winning
and khalil my little brother is the same exact way
like one day khalil and i were playing wii sports wii sports tennis to be exact and this
particular game was special because we were in overtime to win in tennis you need to be
two points ahead but everytime one of us would get a point the other would catch up so we
were in this seemingly endless tie
but me being the straight GOAT that i am i ended up winning and when i win……i win
ok
LETS GOOOOOO COME ON BRO I DO THIS I DO THIS ahhhh
dude really?
its wii sports….
get a girlfriend MAN YOURE OVER HERE TALKING TO GIRLS AND YOU
CANT EVEN BEAT ME IN TENNIS ………YOU WORRIED ABOUT THE WRONG LOVE bro ahhhhh
bet…… yeah bet…..you lost
nah bet.…..start a new game
i gloat a little bit more and i start a new game
its khalil serve he tosses the ball up to hit it
i focus to recive it
BAM
aghhhhhhh i feel the sharpest pain on the right side of my face i get knocked back i
hit the ground
i look to see what the heck happend and i see a wii remote on the ground this dude threw
his whole remote at my face i look at him and all he has to say is
opps i swung too hard and threw the remote ….my bad
swung to har- im standing behind him there is no possible way that he swung and hit me
on accident so not only did he throw a wii remote at my
head for winning he didnt even attempt to make a good lie……..
i couldnt let this slide
jotaro scene*
uhhh ohh
ahhh ussss
let me hit you back no
i know you threw the remoteeeeeee
we start to…..fight? we were young cut us some slack…
but our babysitter breaks it up and tells us to clean the house
khalil is sent to the kitchen to clean and im sent to the bathroom
so im doing the whole little kid angry cleaning thing
ohhhhh you really gonna throw a remote at me
(clean) OHHHHHH and i cant hit you back
(clean) CRYYYYY i hate youuuu
(clean) IM GONNA OHHH IM GONNA HIM
(clean)
im cleaning for like an hour and i start to calm down a bit i turn on the tub water to
rinse it out and
BAM
aghhhhh i feel the sharpest pain in my butt and
fall in the water
and i look goofy man im head first in the tub wet socks, the water is running i got
bleach on me WET…SOCKS i look to see what the heck happened and i
see my brother just dashing downstairs this nigga caught me lacking twice in a day….i
couldnt let it slide
but instead of yelling or snitching i calmly change my clothes and let it ride 25 minutes
go by i do nothing i want him to expect me 30 more minutes pass and i creep downstairs
and peek and hes not even cleaning that means for the past hour hes just been sitting watching
the stairs paranoid….good
i charge downstairs with death in my eyes he sees me but im running way too fast for
him to escape its too late he screams braces himself and i
slam into him with all of my strength i push him so hard he spins steps back and bam
hits his head on the corner of the window seel
but me not wanting to get in trouble i rush down
khalil bro dont cry dont cry *cry
bro chill lift your hand youre not even bleedin- youre not even bleeding that much bro chill
please dont cry im gonna get in troubl-
he starts to cry histericaslly my babysitter walks in and sees me standing
over my brothers bleeding body it doesnt look good before i even try to explain
anything i get cut off she calls my mom my mom gets home and…..
im realizing that every story that features my mom results in me getting beat……i still
got beat for sure im just uhhh acknoledging the re occuring theme in my
creative writing