"I hate this so much." My brother yelled through the whole. Entire. House. Like seriously? It's a VIDEO GAME. He is twenty one. Isn't that like, past the time you get a real job? Anyway, I'm Evelyn but all my so called "friends" say that my name doesn't fit my personality, because apparently it's a name that suites sweet, tiny girls who's life are basically perfect. Mine is not. I live with my brother because when I was about two years old my parents were in a car crash. Long story short, I was put in foster care until I was old enough to live with my brother. He never does anything though- I mean, sure he pays the rent and buys the food but I have to wash the dishes, wash all the clothes, pay for my own clothes, and I go to the grocery store for him. His day includes working at the ice cream shop, working out, gorging himself on snacks, (I won't lie, he's put himself in a food coma a few times) and plays video games on our way-outdated computer. Also, he has this weird friend he always hangs out with... Like, he's really weird. Once he called me Erika. ERIKA. And then him and David (my brother) went into a corner and whispered for like, twenty minutes. Another weird thing is that I've never had a dream. In my whole entire 16(almost 17) year life I haven't had one dream. My brother says it's a rare disorder and he'll tell me about it later. I just wonder when 'later' is going to be.
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Dreams
Teen FictionEvelyn Janner has never had a dream. In her whole entire 16-year-lifetime she hasn't had one. Why? Then all of a sudden her good-for-nothing brother starts acting weird. He never really pays attention to her until her seventeenth birthday- That's wh...
