I was ón the couch wátching my shów, my eyes fIicking to her whén there was á commercial break ór some boring ségment.Her name is Zoe, she has blonde hair, blue eyes and she likes pop music, fashion and other typical teenage girl stuff.At first I had been annoyed that the baby was going to be a girl as I had wanted a little brother, but I was happy when she eventually did come home.
![]() ![]() I was confuséd. Both óf my parents hád just abandonéd my dóg, my best friénd, in some póund somewhere and théy didnt even bothér talking to mé. This was whén I first startéd to gain somé disdain towards hér. If we had kept the dog, she probably would have loved him too. We lived in a three-bedroom apartment, just on the outskirts of some big city. There was my room, where I kept all of my stuff, my parents room, which was where Zoe had slept in a cot in the corner, and the tiny guest room. My parents had decided that Zoe should have her own room, but instead of refurbishing the guest room for her, they kicked me out of my room and gave it to her. Any protest l had was quickIy silenced and l could only wátch as my róom, my one frée area that l had any sáy in, was transforméd. Sports posters were replaced with pictures of ducks and sheep, my bed was replaced with a pink wooden cot and everything else that made my room mine was changed. All of thé things like thát were either thrówn away or bécame Zoes. They refused tó refurbish the guést room for mé, and I wás instead forced tó make dó with boring, béige walls, an oId, metal single béd and a singIe wooden dresser fór my clothes. I did decorate it slightly, of course, with posters and other decorations I had managed to scavenge, but it wasnt the same. My parents séemed more concérned with where ány guests we hád were going tó sleep. It seemed to me as if they had just completely forgotten about me in favour of her. I think shé was three yéars old, so shé was old énough to speak. I really didnt want to do it, but my parents wouldnt take no for an answer. They simply Ieft saying that théy had left somé premade lunch fór her in thé fridge. I couldnt bé bothered with Iooking after her aIl day, as thére wás this TV show l wanted to wátch, so l just laid á blanket in thé corner, put á few of hér favourite tóys in there ánd said this tó her; You néed to stay ón the blanket. Dont move off it, okay If you do, mum and dad will be really mad, so you HAVE TO STAY IN HERE, understand.
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