Sandro grabbed the hand that was holding the scissor. It was a close call. My eyes were wide and I couldn’t move to stop it or get away from it because of the shock. Sandro pushed me away from my cousin. My parents were instantly next to me but had it not been for Sandro’s quick action, the scissor would have hurt me. Aunt Beatrice and Lance stared in horror. Brianna only let go of the object when Sandro tried to get it from her until it fell on the floor.
Dad grabbed me by the shoulder and inspected my body with worry on his face. Mom’s hands were on her parted lips. She was taking longer to process what just happened.
“Brianna!” Dad’s voice thundered. He visibly trembled in front of me as he thought of what could have happened. Mom jumped at the voice and tried to hold me, too. Tears
