The first time I met my little step brother, Richi, he was really short. He had long, girlish hair and he always seemed in a bad mood. His personality reflected the way his mood was. Whenever he would play a video game, he would be cursing and yell at whoever would tell them to be quiet or to relax. That day was also when I met my little step sister. Her name was Wendy, and she had the worst attitude that I have ever seen and heard. When something wouldn’t go her way, she would try and make it so that she gets it the way she wants it! Even when it was just an accident, she would be on you to fix it, or she would be the first to point it out. She had a really skinny, frail body; it looked like she barely ate anything at all. She had a high pitched, annoying voice, almost like a banshee’s, and the more she talked the more you wanted to leave. These are my little step siblings, and you can tell the way they are in my perspective.
