Thomas Sangster

Casey had a half-brother, Thomas, they were both 15, Casey's mom and Thomas's dad got married, we had to decide who got which room, but that wasn't the only reason for the problems, Thomas and I never got along, he yelled at me, hated me, took things away, I snitched on him to my mom, but my parents just said, "You'll be friends again." One morning I got up and went to get a drink of water, everyone was still asleep, I saw Thomas in the living room, he was sitting in his pajamas, his hair disheveled, reading his favorite comics, funny, right? He's 15, but he was sitting there completely immersed in the pictures.
“Why aren’t you sleeping at this time?” I asked.
“Don’t irritate me,” he answered coldly without raising his head.

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