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__**Little Brothers**__

Imagine this: It’s a beautiful Saturday morning, and you have to wake up at six o’clock to take the 5 hour test of doom, the dreadful SAT. You spend the remainder of the day distressing with your friends, but that just makes you all the more weary. Later that night, you are finally given some alone time to zone out, so you just decide to cuddle up into bed. The minute the light turns out, you are fast asleep, and into the vast land of dreams you go. You are in the middle of an epic dream, and you are approaching the best part. The anticipation and excitement is building. It’s so close, and… *Bang* … *Bang* … *Bang*. Your ten-year-old brother is throwing his miniature basketball at the wall. *Bang*. The noise of its squishy, plastic surface against the hard wall at eight o’clock in the morning is almost nauseating. While still in the delirious, half awake/half asleep state, your bedroom door flies open and the basketball is hurled at your face. The only thing you see now is a short, stubby, red-headed boy standing in your doorway laughing. Welcome to my life.

What is it about little brothers that make them so annoying to their elder siblings? Is it the fact that they enjoy farting on us and running away, that they will—solely for the purpose of driving us mad—refuse to flush the toilet, that they will turn their video game volume up just loud enough to make us crazy, or is it the fact that they will go out of their way to annoy us? I say, all of the above. Life would be so stress-free and blissful without such an obnoxious encumbrance on my life.

Ps. I love my brother, but I find it so easy to express my disdain for him!