The turquoise coloured cushion flew through the air and hit me in the head. What just happened? Scarlet happened. My annoying little sister Scarlet, had hit me in the head with a cushion. “Errrr Scarlet!” I screamed as I forcefully threw the cushion back at her. We began to throw the poor old cushion back and forth through the air. Until, CRASH my mum walked through the door only to see the sacred violin that had been handed down for many generations, shattered among the floor. She was speechless. Tears watered down her eyes as she silently left the room.
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