(Stein's POV(point of view))
"Franken, would you come here a minute?" My mother asked.
"Yes, mother, I am coming. What is it?" I asked my dear mother.
"Could you go look after your sister and see why she is crying?" My mother asked.
"Yes, mother, I will." I said as I walked to go and check on my younger sister, Avery.
When I walked into the house, I saw that she had fallen out of her crib somehow.
"Oh, Avery, are you alright?" I asked as I held her gently in my arms.
Strangely, I didn't think that she could have fallen, and I wondered who had done it, if she hadn't fallen out herself.
"Lance, where are you?" I called to my older brother. He was 10 years old, and I was only 6 years old, but I was intellectually gifted, compared to him at least.
"Leave me alone!" He shouted from his room up the stairs, "Stay away from me!"
I carried Avery in my arms, and I walked up the stairs to Lance's room.
"Did you throw her out of her crib, Lance?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm, but it wasn't working very well.
"Yeah, so what if I did?" Lance asked me, and then I lost it.
"What were you thinking?" I shouted at him, "You could have hurt her, or worse!"
"I don't care." He said, and then I ran back down the stairs, carefully holding my sister, and I put her back in her crib.
Then I slowly crept back to Lance's room, glad that I had put Avery down. I didn't want her to get hurt or anything.
When I opened his door, I saw his, scalpel in hand, dissecting a bloody bird.
Then Lance saw me, and he shouted, "Get out of here! Get out!"
I quickly left, not wanting to be the next victim of my brothers rage, and I took Avery outside.
When my mother asked why she had been crying, I told her that she was just hungry, so my mother went inside and made Avery something to eat.
I felt bad for lying to my mother, but it would be safer for everyone, well, almost everyone, if I did.
I wondered why my brother always did what he did.
Well, I guess that I'll never know.