‘Rick!’ I shout, ‘ be quiet!’ He doesn’t listen.
Rick is addicted to his precious drums, always practising. I don’t know what’s exciting about it, though, all you do is bang it. Rick is so annoying! The thudding continued like a lion preparing to dance. Fed up, I trudge down stairs and get the cornflakes. Suddenly, a loud bang makes me drop them, spilling all over the floor. But, I spot a note lingering on the table. It says:
‘What are brothers for?’
I smile, realising it doesn’t matter that he annoying, that’s what brothers are for
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