#Chapter67 You're a dumb dumb.

"Morning, Squirt." Conner ruffles my loose brunette hair and I groan in displeasure, before swatting his hand away and continuing munching on my cereal.

"Stop it." I growl at him when he tries to do it again.

"Okay," he raises his eyebrows. "What's wrong?" He asks and pours my  chocolatey cereal of goodness into an empty bowl he placed on the countertop.

"Nothing." I mutter, before stuffing another spoonful of Coco Pops into my gluttonous mouth.

"I know you, dude," he rolls his eyes. "What's troubling my little sister?"

He actually says that as though we have been perfect siblings all along and that there...