See What Happens

“You cant get me. You cant get me.” It was when I was about 10 years old on a
hot summer day with the sun shining. Playing with all my sisters at my grandma’s house
in Frankfort. The house was on a small little excluded covasack. Where in the 60’s it was
the location to live in because its near all the shopping stores.
I was not the best bike rider as it was but I wanted to ride the big purple two
wheeler. My sister Katie who is 3 years older then me was making trouble with my other
sister Stephanie calling her names and making fun of her when I was riding in circles
around the grassed turn around with a tall tree in the center of the covasack. Me being ten
I didn’t think much of the names she was calling my sisters that was also playing with
us. I just remember laughing my head off at what she was saying to her. She was yelling
something like “you’re a chicken butt”. Stephanie’s face got red with anger towards what
Katie was saying to her. Katie knew she was getting on Stephanie’s last nerve but she
kept on debating her.
Katie decided to pick up these huge misshaped rocks and through them at my
tires as I was riding pass her screaming “you cant get me”. She hit my tire at just the right
angle because I went down fast and hard. Scraping up my leg and the whole left side of
my body, While I was screaming bloody murder my sisters went into a panic and did not
know what to do. My sister Stephanie came to a state of clarity. As Steph shot off
running to get my grandmother from inside the house where she was making dinner.
Stephanie also saw this as a perfect opportunity to get Katie in trouble for making fun of
her. My left leg was pinned under the bike all cut up and my pant leg was torn open.
When my grandma saw me up the street on the rocky asphalt she started running as fast as
her little legs would let her. She pulled me off the ground and held me tightly because I could not stand on my own. My leg was gushing blood and the unbearable pain shot
through my body like a bolt of lighting. She led me back to her house and applied the
stinging medication on my leg that every child dreads. Although the medication was
suppose to help heal my scrapes and cuts, at the time it felt like it was just making the
whole situation that much worse. I was crying my little eyes out, it hurt so incredibly bad
and the pain would not subside.
Everyone knew I was my grandma’s little angel and we did everything together,
so we all knew that Katie was in for a major punishment. My Grandma put my sister in
time out and then made her call my mom and tell my mom what she did. Part of me felt
bad and then when I felt the pain shoot through my body I felt she got what she deserved.
Lets just say my mother was not that happy the next day when she saw my scraped up
body. I did learn one thing I will never provoke my older sisters ever again.