The Missing Children

Epilogue:

I ate silently with my brother, Lucus. Our parents were gone; they had left to go to America to apparently 'Explore' and 'visit' the place. I WANTED to go with them. I TRIED to persuade them so I could go but they wouldn't let me. Apparently, they told me that I was too young to go 'exploring' which really didn't make any sense to me. I had seen so many other children go to other countries or other places that were farther away than America, yet they still wouldn't have let me even if I videoed a kid going like nine or more hours to arrive at a certain place. They had said that I could maybe visit the new pizzeria that was just around the corner with Lucus but the thing is, Lucus, HATES me. He'd do anything and I do mean ANYTHING to make me mad or worse, get RID of me. Though when my parents are around, he tries to make up a stupid lie saying 'oh, I was only giving him a hug. He had some troubles at school' or 'He wanted to try going to ya know, the neighbor's backyard'. Any other excuse as well as these two he would say but the first, he'd say that TONS of times but in reality, he was always just trying to hurt me or make me feel empty inside as if I had no-one except myself to control all my worries and not tell anyone. If I actually tried telling my parents about what Lucus was doing to me all along, he'd punch me or do something worse than that. Once I told my parents what Lucus had done once and boy! Was that a nightmare! He gave me a warning saying if I ever told them again, he'd cut my throat so I didn't but he kept bullying me. Every. Single. Day. Now as we were the only two at home, he could do anything now to me. Plus, he had the full control over the house and ME. He was older than me and never have I ever seen an older sibling bully their younger one.

Hi, I'm Chris Lupus or also known as Christopher the dumbass... I am seven years old and I live in the UK with my brother, Lucus. In this story, I will tell you everything how I came to be bullied to being a popular, cool kid to my own brother and his pathetic friends. This story, however, is not an original normal story nor a fairytale. My story is based on the new pizzeria just near my house and a case of missing children. Read on if you're brave enough to continue or shut this book if you aren't able to take on a bloody disastrous story. You have been warned...