After being a bully for a day, I went home after being scolded by the teacher.
As soon as I pushed the door open and before I could get in, a chair came flying towards me. I turned my body to the side and saw the chair hit the door directly.
Bang!
With a scream, my mother stood up and coaxed Kelly.
“How could you smash the chair? She is your sister after all. You can talk but don’t use your hands.”
There was a crackling sound and my brother flipped the table over.
I turned my head to look at the chair that was smashed to pieces on the ground.
If I did not dodge, the chair would have hit me directly.
My tyrannical brother had a gloomy face and glared at me fiercely. “No way this person is not my sister. Mom, stay out of my business.”
“Why did you bully my sister at school today? Don’t think you can be arrogant just because this is your home. You are not my sister, she is. I don’t recognize you.”
My mother who was standing by, hugging Kelly in her arms, looked at me, frowned and then scolded, “The teacher called me. I know I have treated you badly over the years, but it has nothing to do with her. How could you hit her?”