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"OW! What the--" she looked down to see she had managed to step on a little toy soldier, the metal kind. "IMA GET YOU NOW, BOY!" she limped down the hall towards her little brother's room. BAM! The door hit the wall, resounding through the room. Zack jumped about a foot into the air, not expected to see his rather disgruntled older sister. And sure enough, there he was playing with toy soldiers and tanks, the metal kind. She lifted up her foot to show him, a drop of blood gliding down towards her heel to drip on the floor. "you gonna die, boy." she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Zack to hear. His eyes widened in fear, but the managed to stammer, "W-well, w-what did-d you do that for?". He knew he was in for a beating now, but might as well. He had always wanted to talk back to his over-lordly sister, now getting his chance. If he did this right, he wouldn't get hurt at all. As she started to go toward him, he took his chance and yelled "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!! CALLY'S TRYING TO HURT ME AGAIN!!!". Cally glared at him, she couldn't beat that. She limped out of the room before Mom could get downstairs. Into the bathroom, she looked for the Band-Aids. As she took a closer look at her foot, she realized that it had really stabbed her. Ouch. She peeled the backs off the Band-Aid, sticking it on her foot as Mom walked down the hall. "Cally, what have a told you before? Oh Zack, are you ok?" her voice echoed a bit. "But he's the one who left his fricking toys on the floor to stab someone's foot!" Cally protested, lifting up her foot for her mother to see. Zack peeped out his door, careful to be out of reach from Cally. "Yah mom, i'm ok, but she was really gonna hurt me this time! And i didn't mean to leave him there, i didn't know he was there! I've been looking for him for an hour now!" he pleaded, watching Cally closely. "yah, sure you were..." Cally muttered under her breath, fixing the Band-Aid a bit before setting her foot back down gingerly.
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