The pain got to my head.  I ran as I bursted into tears.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me.  It was a beautiful summer day in Chicago, Illinois.  The cool afternoon wind swirled around me.  The sun shone like never before.  My grandmother just put up the badminton net.  I was tempted to play a game with my older brother, Brendan.  We grabbed our rackets and a birdie and headed to the backyard.  I could feel the cool grass glide against the bottom of my feet as I walked.

We hit the birdie back and forth for eight minutes before it was Brendan’s turn to serve.  He threw the birdie up in the air and hit it. THWACK!  The birdie went flying to my left side and landed into the nearby fir tree.  I looked over to see where in the tree it had landed.  My heart skipped a beat when I saw that the birdie had landed on a giant bees nest.  I could see the angry bees flying around the nest.  Then, without warning, a bee came flying right at me.  I ran in circles trying to get it away from me, swatting it with my racket.

“Run, Jacob, run!” Brendan yelled.   I felt the bee’s little legs fall lightly on my head.  This time I gave the bee a swing with me hand.  It flew around my head but then it landed on my finger.  The bee jabbed it’s stinger into my skin.  Then, the wave of pain hit me.  I couldn’t hold the tears back.

“AHHHHH!”  I threw my racket across the yard and sprinted for the door.  Why me? I thought.  Why does this happen to me!  I threw the sliding the door open and collapsed on the floor in tears.  Everyone came rushing to me unaware of what had just happened to me.  My mom was the first to get to me.  She grabbed me by the arm and rushed  me into the bathroom.  I could feel the freezing cold water from the faucet flow down my hand.  Goosebumps popped up on my skin.

“Okay, Jacob, what happened?” mom asked.

“I got stung by a stupid bee!” I cried.

I was sitting by that faucet for about five more minutes before I started to feel a little better.  I got a glimpse of my through the last tears that were still streaming down my face.  It was a blood red color, but where was the stinger?  It wasn’t in my finger .  With the pain dying off I decided to show my parents where the bees nest was.  I was too scared to go actually go in the backyard  so I just told them which tree it was in and stood back.  After a few seconds of looking around the tree, they finally spotted it.  Between two, thin branches laid the bees nest.   It was about the size of thick, hardcover book.  It was a light brown color and was perfectly symmetrical.  Though the bee was dead, I was still scared of going to the backyard for the rest of the time that I spent at my grandmother’s house.