"Good night mom and dad; I'll see you in the morning, and I'm really sorry." Michael said as he trudged up the stairs. It was just a couple days before Christmas, and ever since Michael and Ben had gotten out of school for Christmas break, Ben had spent every night out with his friends. "I always have to be home by 10:00 no matter what. It's not fair; I'm 15 years old, I'm not a child anymore and I think I can take care of myself. Just because Ben is seventeen he thinks he can do anything. Why are things so unfair," Michael thought to himself as he got ready for bed.
As he lay in bed that night so many thoughts went through his mind. "It didn't seem like I had as many gifts under the tree as Ben did tonight, Michael thought, "he gets to do everything, and I don't get to do anything, ever."
Michael could not get any sleep that night because he could not stop thinking about how awful his life was. It seemed that he had nothing that he could call his own. As Michael dwelt on how his parents must love Ben more, his feelings of self-pity slowly turned into hatred for his brother.
Michael finally fell asleep. He had an awful dream that night. He had dreamt that it was Christmas morning. He was so excited as he jumped out of bed and ran downstairs excitedly, but when he reached the bottom of the stairs, his entire family was sitting in the kitchen crying. His mom, dad, grandparents, and aunts and uncles were all sitting around the dining table crying. Michael also saw himself just sitting there. He was not crying; he seemed to be staring at something no one else...