Third Person Experience: Stiches and Snakes.

        A remote control was hastily thrown across the room, accompanied by a deafening screech.
       "MUMMMMM" they boy called,backing up on the sofa, as far away from the hissing black snake on the carpet as possible. The boy's sister was frozen in fear until she snapped into action a minute later. Springing upwards, she too backed up, shrieking for her mother. Chaos overtook the room, and the mother hung back in the hallway, holding onto the dog's collar.
        "Julie!! JULIEEE!" the mother called, and, seconds later, the maid came through, holding the father's golf club with a dangerous glint in her eye.

       "Jump! Jump!"  She motioned to the children, signaling for them to jump off the couches and down the hall to safety.

       The young boy leaped across the room, landed with a thump, and ran screaming down the hall. The girl, on the other hand, didn't have it so easy. After the commotion, the snake had decided that it should take refuge under the couch she was sitting on. Taking deep breaths, she jumped, and, in a split second tripped over her own ankles, causing her to smash her right cheek against the hard tiled steep leading into the living room. The fall was hardy noticeable though, for the fact that she was up and running almost immediately. The fear of the snake coming out from under it's hiding place gave her an adrenalin rush, and she didn't even notice she was bleeding until she wiped her hand across her cheek, and it was wet with blood.
       "Laurie, grab the phone and call dad" the mother said.
     The girl was pressing a towel  over her face, with blood staining her arms and hands. The pain was starting to set in now, and her eyes watered with tears as she walked on wobbly legs to the car, her mother tightly gripping her shoulders.


The harsh fluorescent lights glared down on the Hospital bed, and the girl held her Dad's hand as the doctor stitched her face together. Wincing as the needle went into her cheek, she soon felt the area go numb with local anesthesia.Holding his Daughters hand, the father turned away as the stitches were tied, and grimaced to himself. 
            "Right, all done then!" The doctor said, "I'll just stick this bandage here..and voila! Your free to go!" 
"Thank you very much, Doctor" the girls father said, as the family walked out the revolving doors with a tube of scar cream and a bottle of pain killers. 
It wasn't until about midnight that they got back at home, and straight away the girl flopped on to her bed and, closing her eyes, let one of the most bizarre days of her life wash over her as she felt the darkness of sleep pulling her down into her soft bed. 

Third person reflection:
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Using third person was interesting because I was able to see the story in different ways, as it wasn't focused on one person's thoughts. It was also good to be able to distance myself from the story so I could see it from a new light, and it gave the story a third dimension because it wasn't focused on one person's view point the whole time.