Isabel
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I always knew my brother was weird, but never weird enough to do what he did.
My parents had a rule that no one could be on the pavement in front our garage. There were too many cracks, and too many ants.
My brother, he admired them. He liked them. He could spend hours or days just looking at them.
The cracks had ant hills in them. He would do things to drown them. To make them stop swarming everytime someone stepped in them.
He was obssessed. Every dinner, when we sat and ate dinner as a family, our conversation always discussed ants. About the queen, her minions, how to kill them, what if they took over the world.
My brother was only 7, but he read books about bugs. I mean, complex books about bugs. He always doggy-eared the ants chapters.
So he sat there, on the pavement looking at ants. Then he started to sit in parking lots, studying other ants.
It's my fault. All my fault about what happened to him.............
Or is it?
Or have I just gone mad?
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Studied Ants...And Died
ParanormalIsabel has a weird family. Her half brother Toby is obsessed with ants. Her mother is dead. Her step-mother is an alcoholic, and her father is distant. This is how she last spent her time with her family before she lost it all.
