I walked onto the bus after the coaches let the class out of P.E. I waited while listening to my iPod and reading a book at the same time. (Not really paying attention to the songs) Shortly my brother came on just as we were about to leave, holding 4 slices of pizza with him--yes, 4--in his hand, each pair folded in half facing each other. With jealousy I looked at his full, rough hands, and saw what a pig he was. On the ride home, I just kept reading like nothing was wrong, until I got home.
We went inside, and as he put his bag on the floor I put mine on the smaller couch. He finally offered me something, the crust, like seriously, the crust. Who gives people the crust of the slice, and apparently it was all he had left, and yet I saw him pigging out on the bus. *Ugh* It was lunch time, and while he was stuffed like crazy, I was hungry. I had lunch, but unfortunately my mom made me share with him.(I think that she favors him more.) Then he told me he ate, in total, 11 slices, my mouth drooped to the bottom of the lamp. I didn't even know someone could even eat that many! My maximum is like 3 or 4, but 11? Man, he must have been hungry! Oh well, what's in the past is in the past, but I'm gonna make him miserable, and I mean miserable!
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