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Piercings

During the summer before I turned fifteen, a few months after my sisters had turned thirteen, one of my sisters decided to get her nose pierced.

This time was also a tumultuous time for us as our parents were undergoing a rather messy and horrid divorce. My sisters and I were living with my dad, who was in turn living with his mum - my nan - due to having nowhere else to go. The bedspace was limited, and for a while, my sisters were forced to share a double bed together.

This short period of sharing did not work out as planned, however, as during the night, Leanne managed to hit Catherine in the face as she moved whilst she slept. This did not bode well with the newly pierced nose and caused everything to go pretty pear-shaped.

Shortly afterwards, the damage to her nose subsided and the hole still there, Catherine decided to try again with the piercing and after some effort, squeezed the stud back into the hole from which it had come. Painful for her, no doubt, but now she didn't have to share a bed, things would be looking up.

Things did not look up for long.

That evening, Catherine and I decided to go out into my nan's rather expansive garden and play a rather boring but potentially violent game, wherein we stood roughly five metres apart and took turns throwing a huge, heavy, fully-pumped basketball at each other. The throws were made with force, though less to cause injury and more to keep things interesting.

As the sun sunk down and twilight made itself known, the game continued with no problems.

Then disaster struck. And, by disaster, I mean a basketball, and by struck, I mean it hit Catherine hard in the face because she failed to catch it. And by in the face, I mean the nose.

The damage was instantaneous. The hole in her nose began to fill in and puff out until it was a white ball (obviously the stud was removed). She decided to leave it.

By the next morning, the white lump had become a huge green sagging growth, so enormous and heavy that it hung down the side of her nose under its own weight. Unable to leave it anymore, she decided to pop it, as under dad's advice it must be full of pus.

This advice turned out to be correct, as I discovered on entering the bathroom as she popped it to see an enormous line of pale green goo splattered across the mirror.

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	Piercings During the summer before I turned fifteen, a few months after my sisters had turned thirteen, one of my sisters decided to get her nose pierced. This time was also a tumultuous time for us as our parents were undergoing a rather messy and horrid divorce. My sisters and I were living with my dad, who was in turn living with his mum - my nan - due to having nowhere else to go. The bedspace was limited, and for a while, my sisters were forced to share a double bed together. This short period of sharing did not work out as planned, however, as during the night, Leanne managed to hit Catherine in the face as she moved whilst she slept. This did not bode well with the newly pierced nose and caused everything to go pretty pear-shaped. Shortly afterwards, the damage to her nose subsided and the hole still there, Catherine decided to try again with the piercing and after some effort, squeezed the stud back into the hole from which it had come. Painful for her, no doubt, but now she didn't have to share a bed, things would be looking up. Things did not look up for long. That evening, Catherine and I decided to go out into my nan's rather expansive garden and play a rather boring but potentially violent game, wherein we stood roughly five metres apart and took turns throwing a huge, heavy, fully-pumped basketball at each other. The throws were made with force, though less to cause injury and more to keep things interesting. As the sun sunk down and twilight made itself known, the game continued with no problems. Then disaster struck. And, by disaster, I mean a basketball, and by struck, I mean it hit Catherine hard in the face because she failed to catch it. And by in the face, I mean the nose. The damage was instantaneous. The hole in her nose began to fill in and puff out until it was a white ball (obviously the stud was removed). She decided to leave it. By the next morning, the white lump had become a huge green sagging growth, so enormous and heavy that it hung down the side of her nose under its own weight. Unable to leave it anymore, she decided to pop it, as under dad's advice it must be full of pus. This advice turned out to be correct, as I discovered on entering the bathroom as she popped it to see an enormous line of pale green goo splattered across the mirror.