The worst birthday ever

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Alexis Wiggins
Mrs. Tuzzolo
English I Honors
15 September 2014
The Worst Birthday Ever I’ve had my fair-share of bad birthdays, but there is one that tops them all by a long shot. In order to understand the happenings in the story to come, you must know a few things. My younger brother, Austin, had been sick a few days prior to this particular day. Austin had a high fever, a cough, and a drippy nose. Worst, or best of all, depending on how you look at it, he was constantly sleeping! By nature, my mother was worried about him. She was constantly giving her attention to him, if she wasn’t working. On February 18, 2008, I woke up finally as an eight year old! I was so excited that it was my birthday and to get the extra attention. My eyes opened and I immediately thought of the cake, the presents, the attention, the birthday wishes, the money, and the food. I got up and went to the computer room. My mom was on the main computer working while my brother was lying on a padded bench, wrapped in a blanket, sleeping. I walked in and no one said a word to me; “How dare they!” I thought. I didn’t say anything and just walked over, to the spare computer, to play my favorite game, Virtual Knee Surgery. It felt like I had been on the computer for hours! I finally got up to go to the bathroom. I opened the door to see my older sister, Kaitlin, finally awake, sitting on the toilet. I quickly shut the door. I had to go to the bathroom so bad; I thought I was going to explode. I was waiting so long that I didn’t even have to go anymore. I finally walked back to computer room. I got back on my game. Not even ten minutes went by, when, BAM! It happened. I heard a slight moaning noise coming from my brother’s direction. I immediately looked up at my, sick, little, brother and saw the image that I can’t forget no matter how hard I try. He was shaking violently. He spitting, drooling, and even foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog. His eyes were indeed opened, but his

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