John. I don't like John. I see what he is. How does my mom stand him? No idea. The way he smirks and chuckles when he lies.. It makes me want to do things to him people wouldn't even begin to imagine a little girl was capable of. I'm 9, yes. My birthday is today. My father and little brother are here today too. And though I dislike my father, I love my brother. His name is Kellen, he is 5 years old. Kellen has had a horrible life, one you would not expect to say the least. I feel bad for him. He's got cavities, he's under weight, he isn't in school yet, and he's still in diapers. Enough of that though, back to my party. During my party, my siblings and I played as kids do. John is at my party. I didn't want him there, but I knew that if I said anything, my mother would be unhappy. So as I sat there, opened my presents, and looked at John's face, I knew that my mother would be staying with him for a long time, but what I didn't realize was exactly how long that would end up being.
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