Chapter TwelveA Chapter by Siren“I’m cold,” I complain. Karl tosses
me a blanket, and I pull it over my head for a few moments. I take the chance to pop a few pills. When I swim out of the soft fleece, Karl
is glued to the
television again. “When will Mom get home?” I ask. “Late.” I sigh and watch tv with him. He’s hard to
be around but he’s my brother. I kinda like him the way he is. On the next commercial
break he asks, “What do you want for
dinner, Runt?” He calss me that because I’m so much shorter than him. I was a small baby. “Dessert!” He gives me a look. “Pizza?” I ask meekly. He grins. “Sure.” I have the best brother ever. © 2012 Siren |
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Added on January 7, 2012 Last Updated on January 7, 2012 AuthorSirenAboutWell....if you must know, I (sometimes) live in the real world. I love listening to music because it lets me breathe. I love laughing because it lets me live. I love writing because it lets me (almost.. more..Writing
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