-->"BOOO!" a figure jumped out infront of me. It was white and smaller in size than me. I heard giggles and sighed - George. He was my 10-year-old, naughty, irritating little brother who just could not stop with his stupid lame pranks and tricks. "GEORGE! Stop it already! Can't you ever stop playing all this kind of tricks! Just grow UP! Stop acting as if you're seven year-olds!" I then stormed into my room and slammed the door hard. I tucked myself under the covers and drifted off to dream land.

-->I opened my heavy eyelids and the sun shone pass my windows. I pulled the covers over my head. I felt like sleeping for a few more hours. "Sister, sister! Wake up!!! It's already late!!!" a shout came and i heard footsteps nearing. I ignored it and rolled over. Suddenly, lights shone into my eyes as my covers were pulled away. My eyes snapped open. George was standing over me, grinning widely. "Goodmorning!!!" he greeted me. I ignored that too and just got out of my bed, lazy to reply him or even hear to whatever he said. I went to wash up and prepared for breakfast. After having breakfast, I went to work. I got a whole mountain of a pile of all homework. I got three compos to do, two typed out and one written, also two stacks of maths worksheet. How I hate Mathematics! All those scary problem sums. They are always the obstacles to my good marks. While I was into my homework, I realised that my brother was not seen nor heard at all. I went to check on him.

-->A few minutes later, I found myself tricked by brother again. I was fuming as I glared straight into George's eyes. He look at me with an innocent face. At that moment, I felt like slapping him tightly in the face. I clenched my fists and bared my teeth. My insides were boiling. He really need a lesson! "UURGGGH!!!" I shouted and stomped my feet all the way to my room and banged the door so hard that the world map which was hanged onto my door fell onto floor.

-->I decided to teach him a lesson. I had planned a master game. I decided to carry out the game that night, since my parents were out for over night job. After getting tired of the television, George finally went to bed. "YES! This is the time!" I whispered to myself as I crept along the hallway, heading towards my brother's room after around an hour since he went into his room. I rested my hand onto the door knob and slowly turned it. The door creaked as I opened it. I tiptoed into the room and dropped a few fake, realistic huge spiders beside his bed. The next morning, as I was preparing breakfast - "AAAAHHHH!!!!! HELP!!!" Yes! It worked!

--> That day, I pretended to be nice to George and treated him very well. At around three in the afternoon, I was in my room when I heard him opening his door. Getting all excited, I grabbed the most important thing to my game and slowly crept out of the room. My brother was heading for the stairs, down to our living room and kitchen. I slowly caught up with him, trying my best and hoping against hope that he would not realise. Finally I got behind him. Phew! It was real hard to get behind him without getting noticed. As he reached thetop of the stairs, I made a small noise to get his attention. George turned around and - "BOO!" I shouted. All I saw was his eyes widening and his mouth opening in shock because the next thing I knew, George was tumbling down the stairs, shouting and screaming. I stood there, rooted to the spot as a a deep sense of remorse pierced through my heart.

-->My parents were informed and a few hours later we were all gathered at the hospital. My brother was admitted in and it was my fault - all my fault. Remorse filled me once again and tears of frutration trickled down my cheeks. Finally, the doctor came out. He paced slowly towards us, his face serious. Suddenly, he gave a toothless grin and said, "Don't worry. He's fine, except for some injuries. Do take care, though. Don't let him get injured again." With that, he left. I gave a sigh of relief and hugged my father. My mother let out a burst of tears of joy. I was glad that he was saved. "George is safe!" That same three words kept repeating in my head and a smile appeared of my face.

--> After meeting up with my brother again, I apologised profusely. I thought maybe it was too late to apologise, but I did it anyway. Surprisingly, my brother forgave me and I was saved from my parent's punishment because of him. After that day, us siblings treated each other well and rarely had any quarrels at all. Most importantly, we stopped playing pranks and the remorse in my heart was still there, making it impossible for me to repeat the same mistake again.

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