Many a times you quarrel/fight with your siblings in this short note you have to write about similar fight that had happened with your siblings. mention the reason why you fought,how you fought, what you parents did and how you felt after the fight.
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Yeah! I've had a great time of my childhood quarrelling with my brother. There were infinite of reasons we fought for. Well, I can't mention all of them so here's the most ridiculous one.
This incident travels way back to 2010, I guess. I was 10 and my brother, George, was 9 years young. Our parents went to see our grandparents which left me and my brother home alone. At that time, we had some ground rules, one of them was that "no matter what, but whoever turns on the TV first rules over it's controller." As soon as our parents left the home we both dashed down the runway to the room to turn on the TV. George won, he turned on the TV first and gained the power over the controller. He was celebrating his victory, dancing all around, shouting like hell and throwing things away. I was a bit annoyed and sad, for I lost. George, celebrating his victory, threw a teddy on me. I got mad and threw the it back towards him. And guess what? The fight started. We chased each other all around the house, threw anything and everything we got towards each other whether it be water, grocery or our favourite little toys. This fight lasted for about two hours and when we finished, the first thing we saw was the mess we created in our home. Our parents were about to come and we had no plans about how to clean up all the mess. We just started working on the "cleaning" thing and the next second the doorbell rang. It was our parents out at the door. The heart inside us started pumping at a tremendous rate. Quickly, at the lightening speed, we cooked up a story that a street dog entered the house as soon as our parents left and in order to catch that dog all this mess was created. We opened the door and started singing the story we cooked in front of our parents in such a haste that we screwed it up. Our parents figured out that it wasn't a dog that created all that mess, it was us- fighting around. They told us that fighting like this is not good and that we are brothers and not some soldiers fighting off two turfs. We both realised that we were wrong and admitted that we fought and promised that it won't happen again.