(3rd person's POV)
It all started with jealousy. Jealousy that grew into hate, and then eventually turned into loathing.
He can't remember when it started but he can perfectly remember how it bloomed.
"Class, look at the artwork that Michael did. Isn't it beautiful?" Our teacher, miss Wendy, raised the colorful butterfly that Michael just finished drawing.
Julian frowned when he looked at the brown thing that he is coloring. It is supposed to be him, Delilah, his mom and his dad but it looks like a piece of brown mud instead.
He looked at the colorful butterfly that miss Wendy now stamped with a star and then, decided to crumple his own work.
He looked at his cousin's happy face and decided that he really looks ugly.
That afternoon, they went home to the mansion. Julian frowned when
