An Unfortuate Situation

Today was an unfortunate day with quite a lot of misunderstandings. First, I went quietly into my mom’s room, and I told Brandon to be quiet too. Then I went downstairs to get my backpack, and by that time, mom had been woken up by the alarm, so I thought it would be okay to go into her room. I wanted to play with mom so I tumbled with her on the bed. Then she tossed my ball down the stairs. I got off the bed, but it took me some time, and Brandon had already gotten the ball. I got downstairs just in time to see him laughing and running around the corner. I thought he had the ball, so I took the other path and met him right at the intersection between the alternate dining room and the place where I play piano. He stopped. I asked him where he hid the ball. He simply mocked me, all the while loudly chomping on his snack. I asked him nicely again, and I got the same reply. I wasn’t very happy. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him against the wall. I asked again, and he didn’t say anything, because he had already started crying and run up to mom’s room. Brandon said I had kicked him in the gut. I didn’t remember myself doing that, and we got into an argument, even though I probably shouldn't have done anything in the first place. He said he saw a blur of brown and white, and then his gut hurt. I said he had crashed into the wall, possibly when I pushed him against it, and that was why he hurt. He said sorry, and that was that. I didn't say sorry. That was wrong of me. We were still arguing, though, so we had to write an article detailing how this happened.