Best Bunks: A Short Story

It was a Saturday morning I think. My grandparents and parents were all fast asleep and my brother and I were awake at the crack of dawn like we always were on Saturdays. I mean, that was when all of the best cartoons were on T.V.. My brother and I were sharing a room at the time since there wasn’t much room in the house, and since we had a T.V. in there, we wouldn’t bother anyone with the cartoons.
So we were watching Spongebob while we were sitting in our respective bunks when I began complaining about how I wanted to watch T.V. from the top bunk. Since he didn’t want to listen to me complain, he just switched bunks with me. Of course in my six-year old mind I believed that I had just wrapped my brother around my little finger, so that meant that I could just whatever I wanted to him. So, I had thrown my legs over the railing and started swinging my legs, “accidentally” kicking him repeatedly.
Due to my brother’s really short fuse, he had snatched my ankles and tugged on them slightly. Since I was also leaning over to look down at …show more content…
I remember before I fell asleep in the operating room, the nurses were giving me the unnecessary, you’re-going-to-be-okay speech.
When I had woke up I was fearful to look at my left arm. It was the fear of it not being there, the fear of it still lifeless looking, and maybe even the fear of how weird the cast might have looked. Looking at my arm, I just saw a plain white cast wrapped around a horribly swollen arm, which I preferred over my arm not being there at all.
So after a long night of taking horrible medication, I was allowed to go home and “enjoy” the rest of my school year and “enjoy” the nice weather. After the eight weeks of having to put my arm in garbage bags to swim and sit inside during recess, I learned a lesson towards the end of it all. Every choice has a consequence (and also don’t kick