Powerade
I got a scar from powerade… (by the way I was like five)
It all started in the summer at the best place to get a drink. Speedway, the place to go in the summer when its super super hot. A one dollar is drink is the best feeling of your life. I always got AIDS (powerade, gatorade, and lemonade) plus the cherry, lime and other flavors that they offered. But this speedway that we went to they didn’t have gatorade at that store, so I got a classic blue powerade that was 20 ounces. We were riding in a 2004 red convertible mustang, the coolest car that my dad always pulled it out of the shed for the winter. It was my dad, my brother and me. All together to go get a drink and go back home.
So we drove home and i didnt drink most of my powerade so i put it in the fridge, cooling the drink for later when it was hot. Me and my brother were little so we decided to play on the wii or the xbox 360. (also we had the kinect version for xbox) We decided to play xbox. Actually it was my brother since he was older. He decided to take a break and I kept playing. As he came back I decided to go get my drink because it was hot inside. As I went down the stairs I thought about the cold cold drink that I can get out of the fridge. I open the fridge and I see the 20 ounce blue precious powerade gone! All of the powerade was gone I was furious!!!
Then I thought of who drank it… My brother (dun dun dunnnnnn) He was downstairs a couple seconds ago. He drank my powerade, I ran up the stairs saw him, he was trying to act peace full, trying to cover up that he drank the powerade. I screamed and yelled at him. I shoved him over, I was soooo mad. He shoved me back really far, I turned my head ,and bam! I just had my head slammed into the old dresser. The edges were very sharp. A burning pain went straight to my face. I had almost gotten a cut across my whole eye. My mom and dad came running into the room they were yelling at the both of us. My dad helped me up and started to get the blood off my face. He gave me an ice bag and made me sit there forever and ever and put the freezing cold ice bag on my head. I don’t know about anyone else but I hate hate ice on anything. Ice was the worst punishment I could ever ask for. But they kept saying to put it on till it was better. After getting clean up I learnt my lesson of not fighting over objects and talking it through. Me and my brother didn't fight over anything ever again. That’s how i got a scar on my face from powerade.
It all started in the summer at the best place to get a drink. Speedway, the place to go in the summer when its super super hot. A one dollar is drink is the best feeling of your life. I always got AIDS (powerade, gatorade, and lemonade) plus the cherry, lime and other flavors that they offered. But this speedway that we went to they didn’t have gatorade at that store, so I got a classic blue powerade that was 20 ounces. We were riding in a 2004 red convertible mustang, the coolest car that my dad always pulled it out of the shed for the winter. It was my dad, my brother and me. All together to go get a drink and go back home.
So we drove home and i didnt drink most of my powerade so i put it in the fridge, cooling the drink for later when it was hot. Me and my brother were little so we decided to play on the wii or the xbox 360. (also we had the kinect version for xbox) We decided to play xbox. Actually it was my brother since he was older. He decided to take a break and I kept playing. As he came back I decided to go get my drink because it was hot inside. As I went down the stairs I thought about the cold cold drink that I can get out of the fridge. I open the fridge and I see the 20 ounce blue precious powerade gone! All of the powerade was gone I was furious!!!
Then I thought of who drank it… My brother (dun dun dunnnnnn) He was downstairs a couple seconds ago. He drank my powerade, I ran up the stairs saw him, he was trying to act peace full, trying to cover up that he drank the powerade. I screamed and yelled at him. I shoved him over, I was soooo mad. He shoved me back really far, I turned my head ,and bam! I just had my head slammed into the old dresser. The edges were very sharp. A burning pain went straight to my face. I had almost gotten a cut across my whole eye. My mom and dad came running into the room they were yelling at the both of us. My dad helped me up and started to get the blood off my face. He gave me an ice bag and made me sit there forever and ever and put the freezing cold ice bag on my head. I don’t know about anyone else but I hate hate ice on anything. Ice was the worst punishment I could ever ask for. But they kept saying to put it on till it was better. After getting clean up I learnt my lesson of not fighting over objects and talking it through. Me and my brother didn't fight over anything ever again. That’s how i got a scar on my face from powerade.