~Oscar at 4years old~I wake up to the screaming cries of my baby sister. My brother throws a shoe at my head and shouts "SEE TO THE BABY YOU UNGRATEFUL TWERP!!". I reluctantly roll out of bed and toddle over to my baby sister, Cece. I cuddle her in my arms... she's so small, only a couple of days old and already has more respect from my family than me its like they have hated me since birth. My older brother Maxim is only 3years older than me, but thinks he can push me around and I guess I let him, otherwise mummy and daddy will lock me in the box again. Cece then hushes her cries and I gently lie her back down in her cot. Maxim throws a steel-toe boot at my head and I immediately fall on the floor clutching my head, I hold my tears back for I know he will throw the other one at me and then I really will go in the box. I stand back up and face him. Maxim growls at me "GO GET READY FOR TRAINING!!" I do as I am told and hurry out the room and change into my training gear; a holey t-shirt and ripped jeans. I walk back out and the other boot flies straight into my head and I'm instantly knocked out....
Baby Cece
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The metal box
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