”NO,” he shouts, “I like marmite!”

My little brother throws the Vegemite on the ground and starts to yell, “MARMITE! MARMITE! MARMITE!” 

“Stop being a baby,” I say.

“I’M NOT A BABY!” he screams in my face.

“You’re acting like one.”

I walk to my room, shut the door and start to pat my cat. 

I can hear my mum and brother fighting, so I decide to put my stocking on the corner of my bed, considering Christmas is not long away.

I feel like going outside, so I grab my bike and go mountain biking in the forest.