Book 5 Chapter 2
Another ten years later, Sixteen-years-old. Marabella “I need to go see Mr. Bates after lunch,” Eziah tells me as we eat lunch with his friends. I say this because they aren’t mine. No, they are good pretenders. High-paid Hollywood actors no one could tell apart from a bully. A wolf in sheeps skin, literally. They always are at the top of their roles when my brother is around. I gave up trying to tell him they hate me a long time ago. I tried to tell him that he should just have lunch by himself without me around so many times, but he never listens. He can’t see the way they treat me when no one is looking. They know Eziah will blow up at them, so they make sure only to be outright mean to me when he isn’t near. I have no one to back me up unless Eziah is around, and they know tha
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