"MOM!" My annoying little sister shouted. "HE HIT MEEEE!" She squealed, sitting in a chair and stomping her feet, shaking our house a little bit. Her arms were crossed, face flustered and red. "I did not!" I realized I had a tone of amusement, so I sighed. "Mom! He's laughing! He thinks this is funny!" She gasped, stomping louder. "NUH-UH!" I pushed her and she jumped up, jumping onto my back and pulling my hair. She was 10 years old. I was 15. She was just barely tall enough to get onto my back now...
"TYLER." Mother walked in, her brows creased together in anger, a frown on her face. "Don't hit your sister! And don't laugh if you do!" She crossed her arms. "And Sarah, Get off his back and don't go in his room!" She sighed and shook her head, turning and walking off. It was morning and we had school. Slowly, I retreated to my room, Sarah to hers. I quickly changed into my school clothes and put my jacket and shoes on. I walked out of my room, grabbing m