Based off of Shot Me Down by David Guetta
"Run run as fast as you can, you can't beat me, Bree." The boy calls out to me, smiling.
"You'll never catch me!" I giggle, tripping and scraping my knee. I cry out, tears starting to fall down my face. He rushes over to me, and pauses at the sight of my bloody leg.
"Cool!" He exclaims, inspecting it.
"No, it hurts," I moan.
"Don't be such a baby." He makes his hand into a gun and pretends to shoot me. "Bang, Bang. You're dead!" Kai laughs, "I always win!"
"No fair! You cheated!" I pout, standing up shakily and pushing him over. He laughs and pulls my leg, toppling me to the ground as he stood up.
"Baby." He sticks his tongue out and tugs on my hair. I clench my hands into tiny fists, standing up angrily. "Baby Bree, want me to change your diaper?" He sang cheerfully, pleased with himself.
"I'm not a baby! I'm a big girl." I screech, my nails cutting into the soft skin of my palm.
"You are a 5 year old baby!" Kai crows, strutting around.
"You're only a year older! That makes you a 6 year old baby." I realize, giggling. He freezes and looks at me angrily.
"Shut up, stupid head."
"Kai is a baby, a itty bitty baby!" I laugh, clutching my stomach.
"I said, Shut up!" He yells, pulling my hair. I scream in pain, punching his stomach.
Somehow we end up on the ground, me with a black eye and him with a deep scratch between his eyebrows.
"I hate you, you poopy head!" I scream, finally alerting our parents. My mother runs out the front door of our house and separates us.
"Brianna Lee Miller, look at you! You've torn your dress and got it all dirty! And your face!" Her eyes focus on my black one. "Kai, sweetie, head on home. Tell your mother I'm so sorry." She shoos him away, picking me up.
"Mommy, he started it!" I pout, watching Kai leave.
"Well, I'm finishing it." She brings me inside the house, and sets me on a stool. "Stay away from that boy. He's trouble, Bree. Promise?" She looks me in the eyes, holding up her pinky finger.
"I promise, Mommy."