Well!!! I might as well get myself down...somehow I managed to get the pants off...I dint CARE how I looked..I dint care who saw me..But most of all I dint care about my pest of a brother. I got into my room and sowly closed the door. Downstairs, I could hear dad shout...."Call an ambulance...QUICK!!!" Ambulance huh??? wait a second....an ambulance??? was my brother hurt??? Was he hurt badly?? The tree thing meant nothing to me..I forgot everything that second and ran down...."Amma, appa what's wrong?? Is Rishi okay?? I saw them happily, propped in front of the Tv..my mother had been talking about some stupid Rishi on some stupid Tv show!! Why did Rishi have to be such a common name?? My dad was saying to my mother "You called me here for this!!!" "No..." my mother said, "our Rishi hurt his hand playing with a blade while I was on the phone..he wanted to watch some Tv so I just switched it on.." The rest I couldnt hear..that couldn't have been appa calling for the ambulance it as the tv guy!!! "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I heard my mother yell, they were all staring at me while I was dreaming, " What are you doing here without your pants??" My father nearly laughed.....my brother hooted with laughter..."Rishi....go to you're room..I'll deal with you later" said my mother. Oh! so amma did know a lot of things!! She knew about Rishi all along!! I didn't ask how..."Honey..go wear you're pants please..and come back down here" I went up to my room feeling happy for once....my mother was on MY side AND my father!!! I went into my room and saw Risi there..he was standing next to my poor, torn, ruined, wrecked, multi-coloured pants....MULTI_COLOURED!!!!!!???? RISHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!