DARREN
[Note: Violent Content. ]
I laughed at her silliness. My laughter boomed inside my den. How reckless could she be? Who talks about confidential topics, like that with a friend in a loo? Ah! Nobody else than my intelligent sister.
"Ha!"
"Intelligent?" "Smart?" My mind started singing a parody of what my parents used to sing about her.
"Intelligent Sister? My foot!" She couldn't even understand that even the walls have ears. How could her academic scores validate either she was smart or silly? And how could they tag me as foolish? I knew better at what I was. And I knew better about who she was. Her reality. Her identity.
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Breaching our contract was the last thing I asked her not to do. She had done that, which meant that she needed to be punished. However, mattters were
