This is a short story I wrote when I was 12 practising for my Exams. It is entirely false, I am not that cruel.

Horrible prank 

When I was seven I had a metal cap gun which my little brother, James, thought was real. It had engravings on it which made it seem more realistic and from the amount of times I had shot the caps it had made a black dust form in the barrel which made it all even more convincing.

I use to pretend to shoot at birds because when the cap went off there was a loud crack and smoke came out of the end of the barrel so they flew away in fear. When my brother use to annoy me I would get out the cap gun and threaten to shoot him with it, so he normally ran away as fast as he could. My brother was only five so he believed me and always looked innocent when I told Mum so he never got in trouble and I was sick of it!

One day my brother started singing a really annoying song about me having a crush in somebody I hated so I chased him into his bedroom and pointed the gun at his head and asked him “What did you just say?” he then waited for a second and replied “I hate you and you fancy Rebecca! Hoping to get a reaction from me. I shouted back “You are going to die!” I started to count aloud “5!” each second seemed like a minute. My brother put his hands over his ears and looked really scared “4!” I raised the cap gun pointing it at his head. He started saying “No please, don’t!” over and over again. But I had been so annoyed because he always winds me up and never gets in trouble for it. “3!” I shouted, he started to cry. He then started to say “Sorry, I’m really sorry, do you forgive me?”. “No” I shouted then said “2 ,1!” really quickly. This was more then he expected but I thought of it as reasonable at the time.

Then cap gun shot! My brother dived onto the floor hoping not to get hit by a bullet shooting out of the barrel really quickly. The sound echoed in the room the smoke shot out of the end of the barrel. Then our Mum walked in and told me off and comforted my brother who was crying thinking that I shot him in the head.

My mum took my cap gun away for a year! Ban me from watching television for a whole week! And also band me from sweets for a month! My brother taunted me about all of these but I knew he feared me now.

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