Bloody day
There was quite a bit of excitement towards the end of my school day. One of my school mates dripped blood on the music room floor!
I saw some bits and heard others, and this is what I pieced together. Boy A scratched Boy B’s hand. Boy B fled and bled. There was so much drama that I had to tell mama and papa all about it in the car!
I’ve just remembered something. Yesterday Boy C attacked Boy D by scratching him. To claim that he was only retaliating, Boy C bit himself so that he could say that Boy D bit him first. Whoa, I would never have thought of that!
Papa said that second incident settled the question of whether we were born evil or not. I don’t know what he was talking about. I was talking about blood being spilled and he was philosophizing. It’s not real to me!
Unfortunately, I did some bleeding of my own. I caught my thumb in the bathroom door as I closed it. Boy, did it hurt! Boy, did it bleed… a little! But I milked it for all it was worth.
The upside is that I’ve got a cool penguin plaster on it. The downside is that I may not be able to play with the Wii with an injured thumb. Now that’s incentive to heal!
Little Blood Isaac
