"But Mum it wasn't my fault, Boaz started it!" I argued desperately, terrified that I would be grounded by my grudge-holding parents.
"I don't care if you or Boaz started it, he has a smarting hand mark imprinted on his face!" My demanding Mum bellowed. I was well known all over the town for stealing, pick-pocketing and every other crime that is mentionable. This time I was being accused of 'abusing' my younger brother. How dare them! I may have 'touched' Boaz but that was only because he had a smearing of ketchup on his chin. I was only helping him...Honestly.