Empathy No. 050
God, Sara can NOT write. She can sure dig up dirt, though.
I've been living with the boy genius for two months, and it's not so long, but I would have figured that it would be long enough that I wouldn't be stunned anymore. Now I'm reading this dumb little article of Sara's...Pen and Voice, Roderick? Really? One of the biggest youth journalism competitions around, something I've been TRYING to place in since I started at Redgrove, and you've won that one, too? Geez, drop the modesty act already. You're special, DEAL WITH IT.
It's not like I'm really mad at him, and I wouldn't want him to go around bragging or anything like that, but there are just all of these things we could be talking about if he would just talk every once in a while. I want to understand the kid, but how do you understand someone when they hide every little thing?
Sigh. Can't I trade him in for a stepsister? At least then I wouldn't have to worry about her knocking up one of my friends.
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