The worst thing about my brother Tommy is that he is a boy. An annoying, smelly little toad. And he always gets what he wants. Because he is younger. Everyone sticks up for him. No-one sticks up for me. Im always getting told off for not doing something or for being mean to him. He gets praised and treated with all sorts of things. Its not fair :( one normal day, i was doing my homeowrk when a small little creature (my brother) walked into my room. "Can i borrow you laptop please?" he asked, sniffing into his blanket (my brother is obsessed with this blanket that he owns. He carries it around everywhere) Maybe thats the worst thing about my brother. Always carries aroud his blanket and makes me look like an idiot when i have to hold it because he dosent want to carry it. "no, im busy, go away toad" i reply. "but mum said i can go on it" he mumbled. "tough, im using it. now go away you are distracting me toad" "mum!!!" Tommy wailed. Thats another bad thing about my brother. Always telling on me. "summer, give your brother the laptop now, he wants a go" mum said. "no chance, im doing my homework" i answered. "but you have had ages to do that summer you should have finished it by now" said mum. "yeah well i havent so can you please go away and leave me in peace to do my homework please" i snapped. Mum wrapped her arm around tommy and retreated backwards out the door. "peace at last" i thought.
The next day, (finally the weekend) i went down for breakfast and my mum dad and brother were sitting at the breakfast table. Tommy was crying and cuddling his blanket and dad looked pale and looked as if he was about to burst into tears. "whats happening?" i asked. "honey, we have some bad news for you..." mum whsipered...
