I picked up the remote control, pressed the “on” button and waited for the television to load. I began tapping the leather on the couch, I was an impatient cookie, or that’s what my mom says.
Finally, the television turned on. My face was on television, my eyes widened with shock and fear. Then I saw my brother, we seemed to be on television. My heart pounded against my ribcage. My eyes were glued to the big television.
The reporter said we were wanted criminals, that we were horrible, full of hatred. I clenched my fists, my brown brows furrowed.