Emil and Emily walked into their apartment tiredly after their first day at college.

Emily threw her bag onto the couch and plopped herself beside it with a relieved groan.

"Goodness! I feel so tired" Emily said with a tired groan.

"Of course. You ought to. You just started World War III, didn't you?" Emil asked sarcastically, as he sat next to her.

Emily looked at her brother sharply.

"I started? Really? You are saying this, Emil! That bad boy is the one who started. He hit you Emil. Hit you!! My brother! How dare he? Did you think I would just let it go, if some spoiled brat bullies...