I ran into the living room wondering whether I will be late to college or not. With only five minutes left for the first class to begin, probably yes. I was greeted by the sight of my brother slamming a broom against the floor screaming, "Die! Die! Die, you stupid thing! Die!"
I saw a baby cockroach fighting against my brother's broom harassment. Every time he slammed it down, it managed to climb on top of it.
He was trying to kill a cockroach with a thin bristled broom. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity.
Only my brother, only him.
"Stop harming the tiny thing! And if you actually wanted it dead, you would have used your thousand pound foot," I stated.
My brother glared at me before a mischievous glint shone in his eyes. He slammed the broom down and when the cockroach climbed on top
