Susie is my little sister. She's three and I'm ten. Since the day she was born, I was neglected by mom and dad and it made me sad.
I started to feel sort of jealous. I never wanted a sister or brother. I just want to be the only child of my mom and dad.
Mom knows I hate my sister since the day she was born, and they even accused me when Susie got bitten by a mosquito. They thought I pinched her so hard, and because of that, I was not allowed to play games with my friends.
One day, I woke up and run downstairs. I saw two police cars parked in front of our house. Dad was talking to a police officer and mom was crying.
I heard dad say "Please officer, find our little daughter."
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.
"Susie is missing!!! Go to your room! Stay upstairs!" she yelled.
I went back to my room, faint crying. I know mom is worried, but they can't find Susie. They can't find her outside because she's in my closet, lifeless.
I hate Susie!
