"Morgan, get it off!" She cried.
"I said not to move Bo." She stayed as still as she could, but eyeing the bee wasn't doing her any good. "And don't look at it." But then I thought, maybe she should, unless it came at her. But then it could sting her in the face.
"What if I don't see it and it comes at me Morgan!" She yelled. The bee moved in a circle on her shoulder and I could see she wasn't taking it well. I had to get the bee away from her, or she would get stung. All of her movements were making it mad, and it started to move itself, slowly down her arm. I bent down and picked up a stick from nearby. I walked towards her with it cautiously, hoping the bee would fly away before I got within two feet of her. I got closer to her and the stick pushed it away from her shoulder just as dad came out of the house with food for the grill. The bee flew up and I dropped the stick. Bo ran towards my dad, hysterical. I began to walk towards my dad to explain what had happened. He bent down and picked up Bo. He placed her on his hip and tried to calm her down.
"It tired to get me!" Bo cried loudly. She sobbed again and by that time, Uncle Merrill had come outside.
"What's all the yelling?" Uncle Merrill said, confused.
"Morgan poked her with a stick." Graham said. "Morgan, what were you thinking?" He was outraged, as any father would be if they saw their older child poking the younger one with a stick. But I didn't just poke her for no reason at all. I had to get the bee to go away.
"Dad, there was a bee on her." I said in defense as I got closer. "I didn't want her to get stung, so I tried to ward it off because we had waited at least five minutes and it wouldn't come off of her." What I didn't know was that the bee had actually followed me. It landed itself right on my elbow. I swatted at my arm rapidly, thinking it was just a fly, but then I saw that it landed on my arm and I suddenly felt intense pain. It had stung me.
"Shit. I'll get his medicine." Uncle Merrill said and he quickly ran for the house. I looked at my arm, hoping the stinger wasn't there. I couldn't really see anything though, because the pain was so intense that it made my eyes tear. My dad probably thought I was crying. But I wasn't. All I can say is that this sting hurt more than the last bee sting did. A lot more.