Writer POV

"Who are you,”Alex asked with the same haughty tone.

“This little short chubby brat,”he muttered as he got down from the bench and looked at the boy coldly.

The pot bellied little boy walk closer to where Alex was standing.

“Low life like you don't have any right to talk back at me not even in your dream. I know that she is your sister and you do have every right to tease and do anything you want with her, I don't care anymore. I just want you to more aware that I don't speak with low life and your sister should count herself lucky for gaining the...