I was in pure shock on how rude my sister was that night, and even more shocking, on how easily my step-mom lied. But to be honest, they BOTH were a pain, one maybe more than the other. I couldn't believe my father forgot how to act as a parent, but for starters, I couldn't even tell how the world works in the first place. My sister didn't talk to me that night, but it wasn't surprising, she didn't even talk to anyone to begin with. I was just alone in the cold gloomy night writing in my notebook, that was, until my sister banged profusely by the door. As soon as I opened it she barged in almost knocking me over like a pin. "Hey! Morgan watch it" I shrieked, but it was worthless because she ignored me. "You need to learn on your manners or something! That was just rude!" Still no response. I stumbled on my bed without another word.
