My brother
...mare getting home after a hard day from school to see my room like this.” My room looked as if a tornado had just ripped into it. Half of my doll collection was pulled down. Barbie, Christina, Joe… all my beloved dolls were lying everywhere on the floor. Their hair was so severely damaged he must have had rudely clutched it in an effort to drag them all about the room. All my CDs were taken out of the shelf. They were placed so carelessly on the table that I really doubted they were out of use. Even worse, he seemed to have been listening to these CDs with my Discman while jumping on my bed. The result was that my headphones were completely deaf and my bed creaked dangerously when I sat on it. “Ok”, I looked sadly again at the battle that had once been my neat bedroom, thinking to myself “First you have lunch. Then you clear away all this mess. And don’t remember to lock your room.” I walked slowly downstairs to the dining room, wondering why it was so troublesome to have a younger brother. Going past his room, I could see him hunching over his desk drawing something. I quietly approached him, intend...