I planted my hands firmly and propelled my feet over the back of the couch. I was on the hunt, not of deer or rabbit, or some other kind of animal, but of a brother wielding a fully loaded semi-automatic nerf gun. Our parents were not home so the war was on.

I snuck behind my dad’s over sized lazy boy, wedging myself in the corner where I hoped to not be seen. I checked my weapon making sure that it was loaded; I couldn’t risk an attack without ammo. I pressed my body against the back of my dad’s chair and took a deep breath. No matter how daring this was going to be I had to check my surrounding’s. Slowly I inched my face around the edge of the chair checking the opening to my left side. All I saw was the couch I had so gracefully launched myself over. Now, to check the other side, I would have to make this move just as slow and calculating. I could feel my heart start pounding faster and faster as I inched closer to the edge of the chair. I couldn’t do it! I needed a minute, so I pressed my back against the chair again. I needed to think about this very carefully.

Finally I worked up the courage and slowly peered around the other edge of the chair, Nothing. I was clear; my brother was nowhere to be found. I let out a deep sigh of relief, now to figure out my next move. I tried to think of the closest areas of the house that would protect me, but also give me a good view of my surroundings. I clutched my gun close to me and tried to breath, I knew I had to move soon or else my brother would find me.

I felt the front of the chair move. “Oh no!” I thought he was right above me, so I looked up.

My brother’s face appeared from the top of the chair. I was doomed, I had nowhere to go. I could not run I was trapped behind this chair. All I could do was scream and close my eyes. I felt my body being riddled with his bullets. I could feel the sting as each one hit my body. I was a goner at this point; trapped because I had been to slow to move. I couldn’t think fast enough to pull my gun up and shoot him as well. I just sat there like a deer in the headlights.

All I could hear was my brother laughing; it infuriated me. not only was he above me unloading all his ammo into the small area I was hiding in, but he had also been so kind to make sure that every dart had been fully doused in his own saliva.

I was instantly enraged, I lunged at my brother, Darts still sticking to my body. I climbed from the back of my dad’s chair, clawing my way to my brother. I could not get to him fast enough. He back away from the chair not completely afraid, because he was older than I and bigger.

Once out of my death corner I ran to him and jumped in my brother’s direction. He stepped to the side and put his hand out, pushing my body away from him, clearly dodging my efforts to attack. When he pushed me away I fell to the ground and rolled slamming into the table sitting next to the couch, holding my great grandmother’s vase full of flowers.

“Mom’s vase!” He yelled, covering his mouth with his hand.

Not letting the fall faze me I went after my brother again, until I heard the CRASH behind me. Instantly I stopped and slowly turned around on the balls of my heels. I was too scared to look, my brother’s words finally hitting me. I knew what I was about to see would lead to me being in big trouble. I would be grounded forever and my mother would be heartbroken. I could not bare to see what I was about to see, so I closed my eyes.

Once I finally opened my eyes, there it was my mother’s favorite vase shattered on the floor. The flowers that it had contained were now lying on the floor, lying in a puddle of water and broken glass. Instantly my eyes filled with tears. What had I done?

“Mom’s going to kill me!” I shrieked.

“What do I do?” I pleaded with my brother, who still stood there with a look of total fear on his face. He knew I was dead meat too.

“Let’s cle