"I TOLD YOU," you shout angrily as you push Amy back against the kitchen table. "I AIN'T GOT YOUR DAMN DIARY. AND I DON'T WHERE IT IS."
"LIAR", Amy screams as she punches you, surprisinhgly hard, in the face. "I KNOW YOU'VE GOT IT YOU PIG. WHERE IS IT?." Momentarily surprised by the force of the blow Amy levelled at you, you instinctively throw a punch back. Amy screams in pain as she flies back and hits the wall. Tears well up in her eyes, but instead of running out, which she usually does when you argue, she lets out an ear piercing, rage filled scream and rushes at you. At the last moment, she raises her right foot and kicks you squarely in the groin. You grunt with pain and fall to your knees. Amy immediately follows up with a kick to your ribs which leaves you lying on the floor in shock. "Surprised?", Amy asks with a grin. "I've been taking martial arts lessons. You won't find it so easy to beat me now. Wait till I your friends that I beat the shit out of you." As the pain recedes, you begin to feel angry again. You get to your feet with a speed that takes Amy completely by surprise. As you rear up to your full height, you throw an uppercut which connects with the underside of Amy's chin, and lifts her off the floor. Amy's eyes roll back and she collapses to the floor, where she lies still. Suddenly afraid that you've just killed your sister, you kneel down beside her. "Amy?", you say nervously. "Amy I'm sorry. I..I didn't mean to hit you so hard." You get a sense of relief as Amy groans and starts to move. At that point, your mom comes in from the backyard. "What's going on in here?", she asks angrily. "What's all the shouting?". Seeing Amy sprawled on the floor, and you kneeling over her, a look of horror appears on your mom's face. "Oh my god," she says as she runs across the kitchen. "What've you done to her?. Get away from her." She kneels down beside you and shouts, "I SAID GET AWAY FROM HER", You stand up and take a few steps back, watching as your mom gently helps Amy to her feet. "Are you alright baby?", she asks softly, "what happened?, did Josh hit you again?". Amy nods her head, apparently still dazed and unable to speak.
"She started it," you say, feeling hurt. "She accused me of stealing her diary, and then she flew at me." Your mom spins round, an angry expression on her face. "SHUT UP YOU ANIMAL", she spits. She then turns back to Amy and says, "c'mon baby, let's get you to your room, you need to lie down." Your mom wraps an arm around Amy's shoulders as she leads her out of the kitchen. When they get to the doorway, your mom turns to look at you and says, "you stay there. I'll deal with you in when I get back. They disappear into the hall, and a few seconds later you them climb the stairs.

You stand alone in the kitchen going over the events of the past few minutes in your mind. With everything that had been going on in here, you'd forgotten that your mom had been sunbathing outside. About five minutes later, your mom appears in the doorway, glaring at you. Despite knowing that you're in big trouble, you find it difficult to feel too worried when all she's currently wearing is the blue bikini your dad bought her for her last birthday, and the weird looking bracelet she bought a few days ago. You do however feel yourself becoming nervous as she slowly walks toward you, though that's more because of the way she's dressed, or rather, undressed. But then, she always wears clothes that show off her figure. As a former model, you know that she takes care of body, loves to show it off whenever she can. "I told you never to hit your sisters," she says, softly, an air of restraint in her voice. Her voice breaks your train of thought and brings back into the real world. She's standing in front of you now, a faint aroma of coconut oil emanating from the sun block she's wearing on her skin. "It was her fault mom," you reply, "she started it. She accused me of stealing her diary, and then she hit me." Baring her teeth as her lips curl up, she snarls, "that didn't give you right to hit her back. I brought you up to respect women."
"I..I'm sorry mom", you say weakly. "I won't do it again. I..I promise." Your mom stares at you for a while, then she turns and walks toward the kitchen table. "You'll have to be punished", she says as she stands with her back to you. Previous experience has taught you not to argue with your mom when she's pissed. "Yeah, I know mom", you reply, feeling suddenly nervous. "You..you can ground me for a month..two months",
Your mom spins around and grins at you in a way that makes your nervousness grow. She's never looked at you in a such a strange way before. "Oh I've got a much more unusual punishment in mind", she says as she walks back toward you. You find yourself slowly backing up, for the first time in your life, you actually feel terrified. You eventually, you back up to the sink and find that you're cut off from both the door into the hallway, and the back door. "Wh..what kind of punishment?", you ask nervously.
"I'll show you," she replies.

Suddenly, your mom's eyes begin to glow red, and you gasp in surprise. Then you start to feel a pins and needles sensation throughout your body, and then your vision blurs and you begin to feel dizzy. A few seconds later, dizziness and the pins and needles fade away, and your vision begins to clear. The sight that greets your eyes fills you with disbelief and fear. The Kitchen you're standing in has grown to immense proportions. As you stand there looking up in shock at the cupboard under the sink, you suddenly remember something. Slowly, you turn around, and find yourself standing in front of a row of enormous toes. With a growing sense of dread, you slowly start to look up. Your mom is stood in front of you, except now she seems as tall as a skycraper. At that moment, you finally realize that, instead of the kitchen getting bigger, somehow, your mom has managed to shrink you to about one inch in height. "Hmm, so it really is a magic bracelet", your mom says with a smile as kneels down. "This opens up some interesting possibilities."