“Your fingers are so cold!”
“They aren’t that cold.”
“it’s 8:17! I gotta get ready for school! why did you wake me up so late?!”
I run down to the kitchen, sit beside my brother for breakfast…
“you’re stupid.” You’re stupid. great way to start your morning, little brother.
I think he hates me. no, let’s redo that phrase. I KNOW he hates me.
“Did anyone see my cream?!” my mom screams from the shower.
My brother slaps me for no reason. “ow!” I scream. “what?! I didn’t do anything!”
“Bianca, go to the other side of the table,” my dad says. that’s not fair.
He gets the bench. way more comfortable. I mean, he’s the one who slapped me…