My Brother’s Spot Sparks a Hidden Identity
"You two are trying to cozy up to my family, huh? Too late for that! Tell me, besides our family, are there any other Smiths even worth mentioning? What a pair of country bumpkins!"
Then, he turned back to my brother, his voice dripping with malice. "Timothy, so what if you've got good grades? So what if you spent a year working hard? With a single word, my mom can make everything you've done count for nothing."
My brother, Timothy, lowered his head even further, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Seeing him endure it in silence, I understood instantly. This Smith kid had probably been bullying my brother for a while now.