I Love My Brother
I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart. My name is Beth. Let me tell you my story... I was almost 17 when it started. I was in the change room at my school and heard some girls in the corner giggling, looking at something on the wall. When I got close I realized they were looking through a small hole, and on the other side was the boys' change room! I hung back, deliberately dressing slowly until the lunch bell rang. Once everyone...