"Blam! Blam!" my brother yelled. In his hands was my (and I would like to stress the point of how it’s MY) dartgun. "Give it back, bum!" I threatened. And you know what? He threw the gun at MY face. Then goes and tells my MOM because I called him a bum! I mean come on!

My MOM has me come in and tell my side of MY story, while half the time my brother rudely objects! And once I’m done, we get a BIG ‘ol Lecture! "Don’t call people names, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah!" MY MOM scolds!

Then I get no computer for a week! And if things couldn’t get worse my brother doesn’t even get punished!!!