Claire
I pulled out every box of cereal that we had in the cupboard, including dad's boring wheat biscuits, arranging them on the kitchen bench to give Andy choices of what to have for breakfast.
"Alright, we have Special K, which is mum's favourite, Weed-Bix, that's dad's and these fruit ring things, that are just pure sugar and have no actual substance at all," I tell Andy as Heath comes storming into the kitchen like a tornado.
"Those are mine, you can't have them," Heath shouts, snatching the box of sugar cereal from the bench before Andy has even had a chance to consider it an option.
"Food in this house is communal." I remind my annoying brother, pulling the box out of his Vulcan grip. "You don't own the cereal, Heath."
"Well, you don't eat it and neither does mum or dad so th
