I stare at the monitor, the once blank comment type box infront of me, what im thinking forming words on the screen. Today was an intresting day. I tryed to make dinner for the first time in a while, tryed to get everything just so. The table set, the kitchen clean, the dishs done, all of course not by myself, but with the help of my brother. My sister on the other hand was more of the anti-help, much like the anti-christ personality she poseses. In trying to get help from here I was pushed into a wall and fell to the floor. She holds no boundrys. Has spent her whole life being jealouse of what I have, but in the same regard, she can get out her anger, i just look at her from the floor. At nearly 4 years younger than I she is 4 inchs taller and what some would say ruthless. She caught me off guard, hit the zipper of my black zip hoodie, i then went into the door frame, and thats when i hit the floor. I came to realize, if she ever got the balls to punch my mom in the face, it would kil two birds with one stone, she would be gone, and someone would have hit my mom in the face.
you may think that thats a little extream, but then again, you dont know them.