So today at lunch, my brother was getting a bit annoyed (for a change). This time it was because dad hesitated EVER SO SLIGHTLY before agreeing to drive him to school for some school fete thing (his school is about a 40 minute drive away).
Being the wonderful sister that I am, I offered to drive him myself (even though he greeted me on entering the kitchen with "What are you WEARING!?")
"NO I DON'T WANT TO GO" *storms off upstairs*
I shrug and go back to my room to continue my revision. About twenty minutes later, I hear a knock on my door.
"Phoebe..."
"Yes Andrew?"
"Do you want to drive me to school now?"
I sigh. We leave. 40 minutes later we are at roughly the least exciting school fete ever. We buy cheap tasting burgers for £2 each, then a peanut butter cookie.
Andrew chats to some friends. A teacher comes and asks me how I'm doing at 6th form. (I used to go to that school a few years ago.)
Half an hour after we arrive... "I'm bored now, can we go home?"
40 minutes later we're home, and Andrew vanishes in a puff of smoke to go play X-box. If he thanked me, I didn't hear.
About an hour later, Dad's finished cooking dinner.
Andrew spends the entire meal making snide comments about me being a fussy eater (guess who complained about the meal! I'll give you a hint, not me).
What a charming young man my brother is. Not.
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