"C'mon get out of there already, how long can you sleep?"
wow, what was that? I thought I heard a deep grant from
behind the door. Is my brither up yet? I take a few steps
back just in case but it doesn't help. When he opened the
door the sour smell of the dirty laundry attacked. Phoy. I
have to raise my head to look at my little brother and say
good morning. He has the body of a football player, which he
could be if he wasn't so lazy. People find it hard to
believe we'rwe related with his black hair and deep brown
eyes. Well, you can't really tell it's black now 'cause he
shaved it off at the party last night.