Andrew's POV

Hi, my name is Andrew. 

And I'm nine.

And I have a father and a little sister.

And a dead mother.

And, um, hi? How are you.

Oh this isn't a discord chat?

Whoops.

Wait, there's my little sis, Meeps. This is going to be fun.

I took out a needle and snuck behind her. She was too busy reading to notice.

(And no, I'm not going to stab her. What I'm going to do is going to be amazing."

I inflated a balloon and lifted it close to her, then I poked it with the needle.

POP!

"AHHHHH!" Meeps screamed, and jumped onto the chandelier. 

"ANDREW!" She screamed.

"Ha! Got you!" I said gleefully, before running upstairs to play Minecraft.

About God knows how long late...

"Andrew?" Meeps called. "What are you doing? Daddy is waiting for you!"

"Tell him I'll be down in a minute!" I called back.

Tick tick tick.

"ANDREW! IT'S BEEN THIRTY MINUTES!" Father yelled. "COME DOWN HERE!"

"Sorry dad!" I said, running down the stairs and crashing into Meeps, who got back up and locked her brown eyes on me. 

"Good luck, I don't know why daddy wants you so early." She told me.

Probably something about how I need to set a good example because I'm going to be the ruler of the Oyirean Empire one day. I thought with a slight eye roll.

"Son, you're going to be the ruler of the kingdom one day..." my father said.

Called it! Winner winner, chicken dinner.

"But you're currently the older brother of your sister," he continued. "You need to look after her."

Huh? That's new.

"Promise me you'll look after her, okay?" He said, staring right at me.

"Yes, father," I replied, wishing he'd scold me instead.