I don’t feel sorry for my little brother. He is such a troublemaker. He always gets into trouble with his schoolmates, neighbors, and even my parents. He sticks with pranking his teachers. He butts in even when it’s none of his business. He talks down to me as if I am his little clumsy sister! There’s always a loud racket coming from his room. But finally, he is getting a punishment after a long time of misery that he has been causing our family. My dad finally put his foot down and he made a stink about my brother’s behavior. My brother refused to eat his lunch and went to his room. He sat tight and ignored us for a while. But this chubby little boy was definitely craving his favorite pasta that my mom made for lunch. He went down, sneaked into the kitchen in the middle of the night and he scarfed down a big plate of pasta. My mother caught him and asked him to sit down so they could talk. She took a crack at persuading him that he should step up his game and he needed to be in charge of his actions since he was at risk of getting suspended from school. She reminded him that if he would really want to achieve his dream and become a jock, he needed to have the right attitude in order to do so.