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My Mean Brother

I stayed in the music studio for what seemed like hours. I liked this feeling of pride. 

Accomplishment. 

Discovery. 

And most of all, happy. I haven't felt like that in a long time. I quickly turned everything off and went inside. I tried to not make any noise because everyone was still sleeping. 

I walked inside my bedroom and laid on my bed. I did it. I actually did it. I made a YouTube video! I was so excited about it but I was also nervous. I know there will be hate comments, but can I take that? I can take all the bullying from Austin and his crew, but the comments were different.

They were from everyone. Meaning, they were anonymous. I didn't know if I could take any of it, but I can man up and try. Let's see. What should I do now that its Saturday? My homework? Check. YouTube video? Check. The only two options were I can just stay in my room all day, like normal teenagers do, or I can watch "The Supers" with Sam.

Me being me, I would love to just stay in my room all day, but I knew I had to deal with Sam whining at me and dragging me everywhere with him. Now, let me just say: My brother hates me. I don't know why he hates me, but it must have been something to do with like every sibling hating each other? I'm so confused about that. Like, what did I ever do to you Sam?!

Whatever. I knew I had to go with him so I got up, and waited at the TV. I got the remote and turned on "The Supers." If I didn't tell you before, The Supers is a TV show about these 5 superheroes who save the world. And no, its not like Supernatural with action packed fighting. It's a lot like PJ Masks if I'm being honest. The leader, named "Mr. Super" Is always the one that controls everything. OK what kind of name is Mr. Super?

Suddenly, I heard Sam scream over the The Supers theme song. 

"AHH!" I jumped and fell to the ground.

 Sam jumped on the couch. "Ha! You sound just like a baby! You are one, ha!" I groaned.

 Why does my 10-year-old brother do this? Sibling hate. I guess history is important after all. I stood up and went to grab Sam's favorite pillow. Oh, and by the way, he likes to chew on it. Like our family yet? I don't. 

I gave him his pillow and walked to my room. 

"Anna! Where are you going?!" My mom asked me.

 I turned around to face her. She was still in her white bathrobe.

 "My room." Duh. 

 "You promised me that you would watch TV with Sam today!"

 "I did?"

 "Yes, you did."

 Dang it. Why do I make promises that I don't keep?

She pointed to the TV and the couch where Sam was chewing on his pillow. She gave me a glare as I walked past her into the TV room. I mentally sighed. This was where my life was going to be, huh? I sat down next to Sam and tried to watch the show. Sam realized I was sitting next to him and kicked me off the couch.

Um ow? 

"NO BABIES ON MY SOFA!" He screamed.

 I'm not a baby. I just sound like one. I sat up and just stood, watching the TV. Sam laughed at my misfortune. 

"I TOLD YOU NO BABIES ON MY SOFA!" OK, OK, calm down Sam!

 "Calm down I'm just going to stand here." I said. I looked over at the TV. Thank god, it was almost the end of it.

It showed Mr. Super saying a life lesson. 

"And remember kids, always be yourself and let no one take you down!" The screen cut black.

 Be yourself, he says. It's fun he says. Be happy, he says. Can this guy be any worse than Austin? Apparently so.

Just like the show, I wish someone would save me.