The Game By Pasupathi Sivaruban

An iceberg. That is what I was. This was going way too far. This has to end. This week my little sister made a game. The game is you pick a slip from the bag, you get/do what’s on the slip and I had to go first because she said it would be an honor, so I did. I read the slip and it said: YOU GET TORTURED HA HA HA!!!!   I bet that was the worst one in there. This whole week was a nightmare! Unluckily, this was the last day and my sister had to go to a concert and I had to take her, she told me to wear a vest and the thinnest pair of shorts and I had be bare foot in the middle of winter! The deafening screams echoed through the cold night I was an iceberg Its dad’s turn now I hope he survives.