[Jessica.]

Gather round and witness this tale which has been one of the defining moments of my life. I was 6 years old and was sitting in my school yard eating a jam sandwich, when suddenly out of nowhere a bee appeared. I was calm as the beast approached my jam coated lips but nothing prepared me for the pain and suffering I was about to endure, suddenly with no warning top lip was perforated by the stinger of the flying abomination. I was inconsolable, the pain was like nothing I had ever felt before in the half a dozen years I had been alive. I was sent home to nurse my wound just as my lip began to swell. I thought it was all over until I arrived in my abode and my siblings began to find great amusement in the location of the swelling. They called me unforgivable names such as "Elvis" and "big lip", I am still haunted by the ordeal to this day.