Matt
“Dude, you don’t get it,” Jack said. “Celeste should know better. But to hell with it; if she wants to scrub floors, she can do that. I won’t be giving her money anymore.”
Without another word, Jack walked into the living room and sank down on the couch. I watched in horror as he casually picked up his video game controller and began to play. Following him, I stood in front of the TV, my arms folded tightly across my chest.
“Why don’t you give a s**t that another student is bullying your little sister?” I asked.
Jack merely scoffed. “Why should I?” he replied, pausing his game and glaring up at me. “She’s a moron. If she didn’t always do such moronic things, then she wouldn’t get bullied. It’s as simple as that.”
The disdain in Jack’s voice cut through the tension
