You stood under the shower, muttering german curses and other vile words about your sister under your breath. How dare she?! Humiliate you infront of everyone! even if nobody could understand her during that time - YOU could! she KNEW what she was saying and she knew damn well it hurt!

•' Scheiße..My eye hurts so bad.. '

You curse about the bruising eye your sister has caused silently as you rinse out the bubbles in your hair, usually wanting to call your mother do help but...Not wanting your sister and her little 'gang' hearing you. God knows how they will twist it into something humiliating for you.

Giving your hair a little scruffle under the towel and moving it around your waist instead, you leave the bathroom with some steam coming off your shoulders. immediately going to the freezer to grab a icepack for..situations like this. You remember a time where these were kept when you and your sister play fought. Where a bruise or cut never meant something. But now? Every damn insult and injury off her was pure of hatred.

You closed the freezer just to be met with the gut twisting sight of Gretchen with her little minions. The 5 of them all eagerly sat at the dining table , staring daggers into you. Holding back a ego shattering amount of laughter. Until it eurupted in the room. You faintly hear a comment amongst the laughter; 'Look at him, Guys!'.

Though one comment stuck out like a sore thumb, the only high pitched voice in the barrage of boys.

•' You are a true shame of nature , brozher. '

It stung more then it should have.