Great, so all the emo jokes I have been making were true? From what it sounds like, Leo Jackson was also depressed... but that's a good thing for me at least. Acting depressed is easy, and acting like a jerk is easy too; most of all, depressed jerks don't have many friends and family, so I don't have to worry about others finding something wrong with me. After completing my thought process and taking one more deep breath, a frown was on my face. I walk out of my room and notice how the room looks like a living room…
And just then there was the bratty girl on the couch watching TV, and she spoke, "Took you a while, uh. What the hell are you wearing?" sat down next to her on the couch, and speaking in a casual tone, said, "I am wearing whatever I want anyway. Where is this breakfast you made?" and the bratty girl huffs, and then she points at the table, and she speaks again, "Are you blind? "Idiot, look, there is your sandwich," and while speaking, my eyes were at the table...
I grab the plate and then start to eat the sandwich, and while doing this, I keep looking at the bratty girl's eyes as I slowly eat the sandwich, and then a few seconds later, the bratty girl speaks in an annoyed tone, "What's up? Huh? Why are you looking at me? Don't cry to me that the sandwich does not taste good, ok?" And before she could speak, I cut her off: "No, it's fine; the sandwich is fine," and for some reason, the bratty girl seems fucking dumbfounded, like she saw a dog speak or something!
And a few seconds of quiet later, "I mean, I don't like it, but it could be better, you know?" And then the bratty girl lets out a laugh, and she speaks, "Oh fuck, for a second I thought you were a different person, you know? You saying good things about MY cooking never happened, and then you keep eating the sandwich while in my mind I was breathing in and out. I almost got caught! And then I casually lay back on the couch after eating the sandwich.
I throw my legs up on the table, and the bratty girl grunts, and she pushes my legs off the table, and she speaks, "Don't just sit here, you lazy shit!! Go and wash the plates!" And then I stand up, and I grab the plate, and I start to walk to the room, which looks like the kitchen, but while leaving, I mutter "bitch" just loud enough so that bratty girl hears it, and then I enter the kitchen, and I wash the plates, and I also notice how messy but nice the kitchen is, and I wash the plates, and I think about everything that just happened...
From the feeling I am getting, she is my sister for sure, and not only that, the way she bosses me around sounds like I don't do anything or almost like she does a lot more than me... and also she did not mind that I insulted her; that means that my guess about the original Leo Jackson being a jerk was right, huh? And also, from the looks of it, around the house there is only stuff for two people, so I could assume that I live with my little sister alone in this apartment, and my little sister probably takes care of me and everything...
I don't know how to feel about that. I washed my hands as I did all the dishes, and then when I was wiping my hands on a cloth, I walked out of the kitchen, and then the bratty girl threw a small box to me. I caught it, and then the bratty girl spoke, "I have no clue who you begged, but you got mail, bro," and then I spoke, "Ok, fine, sis," and then I turned around and walked, but while walking back I muttered, "I am not washing the dishes again, bitch," and spoke just loud enough that the bratty girl heard me again… and kept walking inside my room, and then closed the door behind me...
And then I throw the small box on the bed, and I think, 'So I was right, huh?? She is my sis'?
And while Leo was thinking, the small box started to glow green slowly.
Family, huh? And also, what the fuck is that? ...