Sprout's family

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You're Sprout!!

Your life was pretty good, your parents loved you, took care of you, and gave you what you wanted. It wasn't until your sister was born, you were only 14 years old, that what you now call "the accident" happened. Daisy is 5 years old, you are 19, officially it's been 5 years since your life went to shit. You went from being a happy, outgoing kid with excellent grades to a kid with many problems, introverted, and your grades were the worst in your class. It never mattered what happened; your parents didn't care what you did. They didn't even look at you all day. Only your mom, Straw, would say good morning and good night, nothing more. Your father didn't care at all; it was like you lived alone. They didn't talk to you, they didn't look at you. They definitely didn't care about you. They only looked at you when Daisy cried, and then only to scold you, whether it was your fault or not. And most of the time it wasn't your fault; Daisy wanted to blame you. Your father would scold you, yell at you, hit you, and even punch you while your mother comforted your sister. You always told yourself that the only good thing about all this was having freedom, seeing your few friends whenever you wanted without them saying anything, since they didn't notice and didn't care, doing whatever you wanted because they didn't care, and they never scolded you unless your sister made a scene. And clearly your sister, being 5 years old, is aware of what she's doing. She's little, yes, but she bothers you on purpose. She likes to see you scolded and/or hurt. She hates you more than anyone.

YOU DECIDE WHAT TO DO NOW :3