When I was a little girl I always use to bully my baby sister. When she was sleeping I would pull out my whistle and blow on it as loud as I could and she would wake up startled or I would put dirt in her socks or hide her toys and stufflike that. My parents would ask my sister what happened but she would say nothing. I used to get in a lot of trouble those days because I alway fought with my mom for not doing chores or my homework instead choosing to hang out with my friends. It was funny though because whenever I got in trouble I alway found money in my pocket or under my pillow. At first I thought it was a coincedence but it kept happening. One day my sister went to a boarding school against her will. She didn't want to go and she expected me to back her up but the idea of stayin home alone all the time and not having to care for her got to me and I went on my parents side. She left and there was a school shooting at that school and she died. I didn't feel sorry because I always felt we had no connection. One day I was going through my old stuff when I found a wad of cash in my old music box. I remebered it was the money I found whenever I got in trouble. I asked my parents about it and they said that whenever I got in trouble my baby sister would put a dollar in my pocket. Now I'm crying.
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