"Actually, it's the story of my own life, and not to sound arrogant or anything, but it's really interesting and..."
I cut him off sarcastically.
"So you invented a new theorem and you're a genius? Wow, I really admire that nerdy acconplishment and that lack of excitment in your life. Or maybe you're just here to make me feel bad about myself?"
"No! Absolutely not. Just hear me out, please?" The desparation is clear in his voice.
"Fine." I'm surprise by my sudden acceptance and so is he. Anyway, it's better than sitting here doing nothing.
He takes a deep breath before the words start tumbling from his mouth.
"From the very beginning of my life, I was a very lucky child. I had everything a boy my age could dream of, my life seemed perfect. I had a mom who loved me, and a dad who cared for me. I was brilliant at school and had lots of friends. I was always enjoying my life and I was loved by mostly everyone. Then he came. The blond boy with colored eyes that was taking all the attention and kindness from the poor, kindhearted, curly haired boy with deep hazel eyes. My little brother was named Max. He was intelligent from a very young age and the more time passed, the more the attention that belonged to me was directed to him. He was 'the center of joy' of the family, they all said. And with each day passing by, my hate for him grew stronger and stronger. He was more handsome, more brilliant in school and more loved than me. He wasn't a good boy though, he was always tricking people and manipulating them, leading them into believing that he was the good guy here and I was the bad one. And they all fell for that. They never saw the cruel, bad guy inside of him that only I knew, and the blame was always put on me."
