Okay, this is kind of the same thing as #1, but a different story.
We were going on a four hour car ride back to my house from my cousin's. I wanted to sit by the window so I could sleep because it was really late, but no, of course I had to sit in the middle. I was squished and could barely move my legs, I couldn't go to sleep because there were people on either side of me, and anyone could see my device's screen. And watch what I was doing. Which, I'm sure my brother did.
Conclusion: I hate being the youngest
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101 Reasons why I Hate Being the Youngest
RandomI'm the youngest in my family. The oldest kids always say that the youngest is spoiled and the favorite. Not always. Sometimes they have problems, like me. And it sucks. So here there will be 101 reasons why I hate being the youngest. WARNING: THIS...
