Creative Writing NO.2.

Let me tell you about the time my brother tried to cook me...

I was sleeping in my cozy little cot, sucking on my dummy. You know normal baby stuff. Then my brother came in with an evil look in his eye. He screeches at me "BATH TIME." He grabs me by the stomack. I begin to freak out with fear as helifts me out of the cot and squeeses me tight."Buttered up and into the pan cooked like steak and seazoned like ham," he sings eerily as he carrys me into the kitchen. He covers me in an oily butter. at this point I was trying to escape but he kept reeling me back in. then hecovered me in mixed horbs and slowly lowered me into the frying pan. But no pain, I thought- untill he leaned over and turned up the element. I bleated out screaming my head off  as my brother started roasting me. I started to blister on my legs and butt feeling extreme agony.Then out came my first words,"No Canibal." I shut my mouth mot believing what i just said. My brother was shocked too. I suddenly jumped out of the pan and head butted hom in the face but came back and hit the draws. i turned and realized that my brother was crying.

 I heared mum coming and started crying as well to cover my tracks. suddnely mum came rushing through the door like a bat out of hell. she carfully picked me up and carried me into the ca with my brother. i was rushed to A&E with mum swearing black and blue at my brother. Once I was inside I was rushed to the emergency departyment and drugged.

Well at least I wasn't cooked for my brothers apetiser that night