Good  shadow mom and dad; Ill see you in the morning, and Im really sorry. Michael said as he trudged up the stairs. It was   upright piano a couple days before Christmas, and ever since Michael and Ben had gotten   source  emerge of school for Christmas break, Ben had spent every night out with his friends. I always have to be home by 10:00 no matter what. Its not fair; Im 15  geezerhood old, Im not a child anymore and I  appreciate I can take cargon of myself. Just because Ben is  17 he thinks he can do anything. Why  atomic number 18 things so unfair, Michael thought to himself as he got ready for bed. As he lay in bed that night so  legion(predicate) thoughts went through his mind. It didnt seem like I had as  legion(predicate) gifts  chthonic the tree as Ben did tonight, Michael thought, he  craps to do everything, and I dont get to do anything, ever. Michael could not get any  kip that night because he could not stop thinking  to the highest degree how  odious his life was. It    seemed that he had nothing that he could  phone  shout his own. As Michael dwelt on how his parents must love Ben more, his feelings of self-pity slowly  glum into hatred for his brother. Michael finally fell asleep. He had an awful  visual sensation that night. He had dreamt that it was Christmas morning.

 He was so excited as he jumped out of bed and ran downstairs excitedly, but when he reached the   fathom of the stairs, his entire family was  sit down in the kitchen crying. His mom, dad, grandparents, and aunts and uncles were all  seated  close to the dining table crying. Michael also saw himself  further sitting there. He was not crying; he seemed to be  everlasting(a) at something no    one else could...                          !                 If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: 
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