Fart and Seething?

So let me tell you about the time i farted in my sister's face. Calm down. There was a very good reason for it, which i would say at the end of the chapter Well, cousin, but still. We usually had cousins coming over to stay with us especially if they were ready for their programs; Like weddings or stuff like that.

Note that i was still eight or nine back then. Now that i think about it, quite a lot of things really happened to me during that time. Ok, so my cousin had been staying with us for a while. For some reason, she always had a frown on her face anytime she saw me; Like how? Why? Its me. Loveable and adorable me. Have you seen me? I am cute, and I'm already...So imagine the cute damage i was doing when i was like 8 or 9 years.

Massive.

Yeah. With all of that, for some reason she always had a frown on her face and barely spoke to me no matter what i tried; And i tried. I tried making her laugh by telling jokes, which i killed by the way. While everyone laughed, she looked away with a straight face like I was not even there.

Actually, now that i think about it, I have no idea why i was trying so hard to want her to like me. I had no reason, nor would it have made any difference; She would have left, and just like every other cousin before her, i would probably never had seen nor heard from her ever again. So basically the whole thing was pointless.

But. The 8 or 9 year old me did not know nor care about that, of course. All i knew was i needed to make her like me but she was not budging. I knew now it was time to pull out the the big guns.

My very stoic face cousin was washing whiles singing in terrible key that was making my ears hurt. Like a predator, i stalked my prey who seemed so happy and distracted with her singing to notice the monster ready to pounce.

For some reason i knew there was a big note coming and it was the perfect time. She opened her mouth ready to take a deep breath for the big note.

NOW!

I moved so quickly, especially with the buff that had been brewing in my behind at that moment. I got to her before she could realize what was going on, i grabbed her head, pushed it against my butt, and just let it rip. Thankfully it was loud. Nit the silent, "What did he do" kind of damage. My strike landed, and just like the perfect assassin i was, i bolted from the crime scene, laughing and waving my hands in the air. Kind of like my calling card. I remember laughing so hard i left a trail of residual farts on the way.

I did not feel that heaviness you feel when someone chases you, so i turned to try and get a glimpse of her laughing or smiling face.

No.

There was no smiling or laughing face. What i saw actually terrified me to this day. Her eyes were red. Her entire body was shaking as she glared at me. I had never seen anything like that before in my entire life. I was terrified. I was rooted in my spot too. She glared at me for about 5 minutes before looking back down at the dirty clothes and continued washing; Even with that I just stood there. I wanted to go apologize but i was scared of what might happen to me. So i just stood there.

Interesting thing was, i stood there and waited for her to finish washing before i left. Something like penance for what I did; Mostly due to fear, all the while thinking Farts were funny and why she did not think farts were funny.

I'm sure she would have done something she would probably regret if she had made a move.