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.