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The Black Eyed Battle

While wishing my mom was home, I was clutching my black eye, screaming and chasing my younger brother, Martin. "Get back here! When the police come, they will know all about this little fiasco" I screamed to Martin. The police weren't really coming, I though that would scare him a little big, just so he would slow down, but clearly that didn't work. He kept running, and then it hit me. I remembered what his Achilles Heel. "Then they'll tell your teachers you beat up your brother and then they will expel you!"I said hopefully. As I reached out, assuming he had stopped running, I fell to the ground with a loud boom. Clearly, he hadn't stopped running. Adding to the horrible pain in my arm from falling, I had hit my black eye on the coffee table. Then, I heard the devilish voice of Martin screaming, "You'll never find me Simon! Never ever ever! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Then I had no choice but to call mom. Not about Martin, that would have to wait. My eye was doing what I never thought it could, swelling and bleeding. Finally, Martin came out of his 'genius' hiding place, my moms closet, behind her shoes. Yes, she was OBSESSED with shoes, and I'm meaning obsessed in a light way. She doesn't let us LOOK in her closet. Her shirts and sweaters, sure we can look at them, but her shoes, no looking at the ones she isn't wearing. EVER. Back to what Martin was doing, he was on the phone with my mom, about how I had given him a black eye. "But mom, it hurts," he whined, "Pleeease come home!" Then he dropped the phone. "Uh mom, Simon's eye is bleeding, swelling, and uh, green" He said admitting he had lied. Then I heard a scream. "WHAT?!?!?!?! CALL 911!!!! HAVE MS. SMITH MEET YOU THERE! AAAAHHHHH!!!!" She was throwing one of her famous "Mom Fits", then she yells at her assistant, " BEVERLY, RESCHEDULE MY MEETING WITH MR. SCHMITT!!!!!" Poor Beverly. The next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed, staring straight at a doctor with big blue eyes. "He's awake!" He shouted. //In// a hospital. What's up with that? "Ok, I get it, I passed out and I'm awake. What's the big deal" I asked curiously. Then I heard mom whispering to me, "Honey, you were in a coma for 3 weeks. You fell and hit your head on the coffee table. You got a major concussion because then you hit the ground, and you hit it hard. You also got light-headed because your forehead had a huge gash in it and didn't have enough blood. Martin was smart and called 911 immediately." "Just let me brush my hair, ok?" I said longing to see what Martin had done to my face while I was sleeping. When I walked into the bathroom, I realized Martin hadn't done any drawing. The doctor had done some stitching, 21 to be exact. I guess the coffee table is a lot sharper than I though. Then I started wondering why am I in the hospital. Then, it all came back, like the Hoover Dam had exploded. Martin had stolen my phone and wouldn't give it back. So clearly, I got mad. Being an agressive person and all, I threw a punch and clearly missed. But then he threw one back, and obviously hit me, giving me the bogus black eye. Then I felt faint, so I went back to bed, after I had brushed my hair of course. When I was about to fall asleep, I heard Martin's whisper, " Hey, Simon? Can you hear me," I guess he thought I was asleep and didn't want me to actually hear him. "I'm sorry about getting you here, you know, in the hospital. I just wanted to let you know that mom's sending me to reform school for a year." Then he started sobbing. Then the nurse came in and told them to go have lunch, apparently they had been there for 10 HOURS STRAIGHT, and that the maximum is 8. They whispered they would be back in 2 hours. But them mom snuck back in. " Simon, honey? A mother would know when her own child is sleeping, and you aren't so quit playing games," clearly she wanted to talk, and wanted to do it NOW. " Martin thinks he is going to reform school, but he might not be. That is up to you. He basically decided your fate when he stole your iPod..." "Phone" I muttered sleepily. Now I was really falling asleep. "Sorry. But he put you here, he gave you stitches, and he feels bad. So bad he is taking the consequence without any negotiation, and usually, there is a big argument. So you decide. Do you wanna think about it?" Mom said with sympathy. "No. Don't send him. Clearly it was an accident." I said sternly, and determined to keep martin at home. " You sure?" she replied uneasily. "I'm sure. Even if you don't like my decision. The answer is no." I said with determination in my voice. "Ok. Let's tell him, together." She said happily. "Martin? Come here. Simon has something to tell you." he walked in like he was going to be exocuted, his head down and so slow I thought they had actually chained him up. "I know that you didn't mean to put me in the hospital, I'm a little mad, but not so mad that you get to go to reform school. So you get to stay." The second I said that, he started crying again, but this time, tears of joy. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Martin cried. Then. I knew he didn't mean to do this, and he really meant it when he said sorry. We would just have to figure out how to turn this love/hate relationship into a love relationship instead.