Okay. Normally, I'm fine with my little brother. I mean, he's not that much littler than me - he's 15, I'm 20 - but just lately he's been getting up my nose. I had to move back in, because my so-called "boyfriend" decided to stop paying his cut of the rent, so we lost our unit. Needless to say he quickly was 'exed' from my program. Anyway, I moved in, my family was happy I was back. It's been three years since I last lived at home (I left the nest pretty early), so my little bro had been getting free reign of the house, appliances, food and love from our parents, and had become accustomed to life without a rival. Now, I'm back, and he's being a little...uh, poop-head. =D I hate politeness.

At first it was fine, I could handle the constant borrowing of my socks and my shampoo, but he crossed the fine line when he took my Halo 3. MY NEW HALO 3. Yeah. He crossed the line alright. Not only crossed it, but grabbed a chainsaw and tore it apart, painted it blue and wrote "Jem sucks the big one whey!!!" all over it. "Oh," you're saying, "What a horrible woman! Getting angry for her little brother taking her video-game. So what?" So what? I'll tell you so what - he took it to school. HIGH SCHOOL. And left it in his bag. He showed his stupid-assed punk buddies, and can you guess what they did? Yep, when I picked him up from school, he casually explained how he'd took my game to show his friends what a cool sister he had. A cool, beautiful sister who wouldn't be mad at him for LOOSING HER BRAND NEW GAME. I am so happy I was still parked when he hit me with that little bombshell. Anyway, I kicked him out of the car and made him walk home, then stormed up to the office and tried to see the principal. He just told me to offer a really big reward and hope it was returned.

Did he ever go through high-school??? You never get anything back from people who steal your stuff!!! Unless I offer a thousand dollars or some half-naked pictures of myself as a reward, I don't think I'll be getting my game back. -sigh- I hadn't even gotten to play it yet (I was waiting for Christmas when my mummy and daddy got me an X-Box 360 *puppy eyes, nudge nudge*). When and if I do get that game back, I am going to whoop his behind in multiplayer. He is going to go down HARD. And then, when he's lying injured on the ground, I'm going to throw a frag grenade at him, then blow him up all over again. *growls*