My dad came racing across the room as he heard the scream. He raced down the stairs after the box. The box contained my sister.

It all started a week or so before, when she got me in trouble for playing with the pots and pans. I never touched the pots and pans, and still I got in trouble. But that is not the point; she was always getting me in trouble no matter what.

After a while I started planning my revenge. At the age of 2 ½ years I knew a lot about revenge. The best way was to get rid of her, but that didn’t work. So I went out and found a box and dragged it into the house.

After many hours of thought, I finally got her in the box. After about ten seconds, I pushed the box and my sister down the stairs. When my dad stopped the box, all my sister wanted to do was to do it again. This leads to my conclusion that my sister was brain damaged long before she got in the box.