Idea

Found a bottle of blood red nail polish in the alley. Got the great idea to brush some across my forearm, and scare my mom. I ran into the kitchen holding my arm and moaning. My mom let out a scream the likes of which I had never heard before. But when I quickly explained, she flipped to white-hot mad. That's all I recall, and then flying back out of the house, my heart in my throat! She never told my father that one, but I felt horrible and she knew it.