Kyle Storm
I regret pouring Pop Soda on her the other day. When I look at her, I still see hatred in her eyes. She doesn't like me. I'd say she preferred my brother to me. The thought alone made me very upset.
The first day she came into our home, I was disappointed, to be honest. She was the epitome of disappointment. Goodness! Her head was so big! Her eyes were so small, her teeth were too small, and those breasts... I could feel them in my hands. They would be soft.
That was before I saw my brother coming out of the hall, where the kitchen was. He held an apple in his hand but made no attempt to eat it. I knew I had to tease the hell out of him.
Each time I try to forget the little girl in our house, her memory in my mind becomes more vivid. I knew that the only way I could get to
