Every Story Has a Beginning

Joe and Jay, What Happened That Day?

(My dignity is dead)

We were in Joe's house. I was 7 at the time, meaning that Joe was 5. He had built a pillow fort in the living room.

'What's that?' I asked, staring at it in bewilderment.

'It's a fort, stupid!' Joe replied.

I felt really offended by comments like this at the time, so I began to cry.

'Hey calm down...' Joe said. 'It's alright'.

Joe was good at comforting people when they were upset, about as good as when he comes up with pranks. He patted me lightly on the shoulder. I was still a bit gloomy, so I said nothing. I took hurtful comments very seriously when I was young, but now I don't, after all I've got years of experience. In other words, I was very emotional.

'How about we play a game?' Joe asked.

'A game?' I asked.

'Yeah, I'm the King, and you're the servant!' Joe said.

'What's a servant?' I asked.

Yes, I didn't know what a servant was at the time...

'It's when you have to do whatever I say! And I'll pay you!' Joe said.

'That sounds fun!' I replied.

Well it wasn't. Turns out, being bossed around by a 5 year old was not fun. Actually, I don't think it's ever been fun. So basically I went around doing his household chores, and running errands all day. On one, my parents noticed me.

'Jay, what are you doing?' my mum asked.

'I'm being a servant!' I said happily.

'To whom?' my mum asked, slightly concerned.

'Joe!' I replied. 'It's really fun!'

'Child labour be like...' Emily, my sister said, she was around 9 at this time. 'What is the world coming to?'

'I don't know' I replied.

'That was rhetorical Jay...' Emily said.

'That's a long word...' I said. 'What does it mean?'

'Never mind...' Emily replied.

'Jay would you please hurry up?' Joe shouted, from the other room.

'Your 'master' is calling you' Emily announced.

'Yeah I know' I replied, running off.

'He's alright isn't he?' my mum said.

'Uh huh...He's fine...' my dad said. 'But somebody call the therapist just in case!'

'That's the last resort' my mum said.

'But what if now is the last resort?' Emily asked.

'You've got a point there...' my mum said.

'Child labour is fun!!!!!' I shouted.

My mum took some deep breaths and nodded slowly.

'Should I call the doctor as well?' my dad asked.

'How about the psychiatrist?' Emily suggested.

'Maybe that too...' my dad said, nodding and thinking intently.

'Maybe I can be a slave when I'm older!' I shouted.

'A and E?' my dad asked.

My mum nodded.

'I'm gonna run out of credit...' my dad said. 'But it's for safety precautions!'

'I love being a slave!' I shouted.

'Forget safety precautions! This guy's a mad man!' Emily shouted.

'Oh don't insult your brother like that! But then again, you've got a point...' my mum said.

'SLAVERY IS AMAZING!!!' I shouted.

'He's not getting forced to say that is he?' Emily asked.

'Nope.... So...who's credit are we using?' my dad asked.

And nobody replied. And that was the end of that. My dignity has now died. Thank you for reading.

Ps. I will never do that again...

Pps. Sigh...

Ppps. I'm just doing this for the sake of it...

Pppps. Not like I have anything better to do....

Ppppps. My life is alright, and I hope yours is too.

Pppppps. I've got nothing doing.

Ppppppps. Wait... new Geometric Run level! I'm off, but thanks for reading this book, and come back in the near future!