Broken Window

So the other day me and my brother are in my back yard tossing the football around. Things were good and we are getting along unusually well. Usually a game of catch only last five minutes before one us pisses the other off. So just when you think things are getting peace full, he decides to start kicking the ball to me. I freaking hate it when people decide to kick the ball when all we are doing is playing catch. The ball never comes to you and usually goes somewhere out of reach. Then I have to chase it down or find it in a bush or the woods. And of course my little brother likes to kick it as hard as he can therefore kicking it as far as he can. So its just a bucket of fun for me to go get it. After about the fifth time telling him not to freaking kick the ball, I called him a fag and said I'm going inside.  So his smart ass decides to kick it again and he kicks it towards the house and breaks the freaking window. He panics and ask me to not tell dad. I told him I wont say anything but you have to tell him. So Chase tells him, but he makes up a story saying he threw it over my head. So now all of a sudden its my fault because I shouldn't of been standing near the window. Wow! It pissed me off so much, but I wasn't going to tell on him simply because there are plently of times he could of told on me and didn't do it. So my dad makes me go to the freaking hardware store and replace the stupid window. The whole situation was ridiculous!