The Quirks of being Carter's Sister ©2014 Sydney Wray
My face was twisted in contortion, and I held up my purple bra, dangling in my grasp. "What," I breathed. "Is this?" Taking one look at my destroyed piece clothing, he burst out laughing. That's it. Screaming, I ran forward and started to grab his shoulders. His eyes widened, and before I reached him, his idiotic re...