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Sibling

Not every parent can agree with their children's choices of having a brother and sister; it just happens anyway. I don't know why I have a sibling. At first, I thought my brother and I would be the only ones, but instead, my mom decided to make another baby. So yeah, this sucks. Every day, it gets crazier and noisier with my sibling. But my house gets quieter when my two younger sisters go to school, along with my brother, who gets up early to drive to school. It is about a thirty-minute drive plus traffic, but he manages to make enough time to arrive there for his classes. We both used to argue daily that my mom got pissed off for fighting in front of my younger sister. But ever since I was found not guilty about my email to my counselor, my brother became friendly to me. He once told me he felt terrible that I had to go through all this and that I was completely upset about it. He didn't want me to suffer again as long I didn't try to get myself in a situation where I never committed a crime. So, after the whole court thing was over, I could go with my brother and hang out at work. But I still get on my nerves sometimes, even if he is excellent.

October, 3, 2023,

The alarm on my phone rang as I desperately tried to shut it off, but my eyes just wanted to be shut for a while. I recently tap the alarm on my phone, but it couldn't turn off. I immediately stood up and tried to shut it off since I had been awake this entire time. I yawned, so my cat Rocky looked straight at me like he had never heard me yawn. My eyes were sleepless, and my feet hurt since they couldn't resist the blanket's softness. I was too tired to move, but then I wanted to explore the outdoors since my parents were at work, and my two younger sisters were at school, except for my brother. My brother Chris doesn't have class every Wednesday, but he takes some time to go out with me. I usually like to explore things independently, but I often talk to my brother since I don't have any friends. I stood up from my bed as Rocky made room for me; he snuggled along my thin white legs as I pet him on the bottom of his chin. Rocky loves it when I rub his chin; I think that is where he would find more attention. After petting Rocky, I went to my drawer to begin changing for the day. I usually don't go out professionally, so I wear my active wear.

Jean shorts and a tank top are my way of enjoying the fresh air. One of my tank tops has a little logo word that is pride with rainbow color. I love wearing a pride shirt to represent the LGBTQ community and others who wanna be themselves. I even have a bracelet in white that says pride. I grabbed my phone to see if there was any email or message from my college registration or any job acceptance that I applied for. Still, it turned out it was just a letter from my probation officer saying she'd see me in the next two weeks, which got tiresome. I put my dirty clothes in the bin as I continued. to explore the wonder of technology. But I got interrupted by my brother, who knocked at my door with his hand on the knob and shook the handle rapidly like an intruder was trying to get in.

I yelled out, "Yeah."

My brother responded, "Do you wanna go out for some iced coffee and then hit the park?" He said excitedly. I groan in pain because I planned to go out and walk downtown to where I lived, but my brother seems to have designed this since yesterday. So I said, "Yeah, OK, tell me when you're ready," I said. My mind changed since he wanted to grab some iced coffee and beat me to it. My brother headed downstairs to finish packing his homework; I desperately waited. I then lay back on my bed, ready since I was about to leave anyway. Rocky jumped with me, so I guess he was with me against my brother. I was checking out my Instagram.

Profile to see if there are any latest updates of singer or actor updates on upcoming movies or albums that I might find interesting. But it was just the same pot since yesterday, I checked. So, I guess nothing else has changed. I put my phone down and tried to relax my mind and condition. I find this soothing since quietness helps me keep my sanity in peace. I was thinking about two days ago when I was with Emma at her home. It was bizarre to see her feelings. She seems to have been holding this feeling to herself without talking to her parent. I feel her, too, since I never feel comfortable telling my parent that Im not feeling well with my mind. My parents are old-fashioned, so they'll never understand how their son and daughter feel. Sometimes, I wonder If I made Emma feel destructive to herself since I told her everything that happened to me. I hope Emma doesn't think of that because I wouldn't want to see Emma kill herself. My brother yelled my name and said he was ready to leave as I finished thinking about my time with Emma. I rushed to grab my wallet and key and marched downstairs, where my brother awaited me. When I made it downstairs, my brother was ready with his Nike black hat and active shorts; he was even wearing the Spiderman No Way Home shirt I bought for him last Christmas.