I stormed into my room and slammed the door shut. I whipped my pillow at a wall across my room. I grabbed it and acted like it was Billy. _I hate it how Billy always beats me up!_ I gave it a punch straight to the kisser. _I hate it how my parents are so clueless!_ I gave it a buch of punches to its stomach. _I hate how I have no friends!_ I threw it to the floor. The part about no friends was true. Even in Kindergarten, nobody liked me. I fell to my bed and stared at the ceiling. If only I had a bigger brother to stand up for me when I was being bullied by Billy. But I knew how other older brothers are like. During lunch, as I sat alone at an empty table, I eavesdropped on conversations. Some people said how their older brothers always made fun of them. I didn't need _another_ bully. Some people said how their older siblings stayed in their rooms and completely ingnored them. They also took an eternity in the shower. _I just wish my life was better._ I thought then closed my eyes. Great. Tomorrow was Monday. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/25000