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So you guys know before you start saying a bunch of stuff, my brother and I have a little bit of a rivalry with each other. He's always trying to put me down, and so I try to do the same to him. We never have really felt sorry for each other, not even when he broke my arm.

And for once, I'm starting to feel really sorry for my brother.

He's away at camp, where most of his cabin-mates are bullying him, treating him like crap, and being a little... destructive. At the camp, the people in his division are supposed to have a knife the whole term for some activity or whatever. Some kid grabbed my brother's knife, broke the rules by throwing it, then blamed it on my brother. And since it was his knife after all, he got in trouble and had the knife confiscated from him for the whole entire term. So now he'll be missing out on most of the activities for him, since they all involve his group using a knife. Heaven knows why. Second, he got sick with some stomach bug and felt just really terrible and crappy and possibly a little up-chucky. A few days or so later, when he was mostly better, he came back to his cabin... to find that a couple of his cabin-mates had broke some of his belongings, and in one case hammered it to the ground. And there was nothing wrong with anything of his things before he had to stay at the infirmary. Also, this may seem a little random, but there is this one kid in his cabin who is pretty much atheist and trying to convert everyone to go that way... at a Christian camp. Mainly my brother, and he already wasn't too hardcore of a Christian.

So now I'm starting to feel a little sorry for him, and especially because my family ain't able to do nothing about it (excuse my grammar -- just trying to give some emphasis). It is practically a whole day's drive to get to the camp, and they won't allow us to get in there to sort some things out anyway because it is against the camp's rules, their rule being "the only reason a kid can leave this camp is if they are incredibly sick and bleeding, like breaking a bone or having some freak infection". We aren't able to complain to the camp directors or anything like that, because I think we have before, and they did nothing about it. It's kind of like you were talking to a friend and you told them to leave you alone so they walk away, and by the time they are about a mile away, you decide to say quietly, "come back!", and obviously the friend won't come back because they didn't hear you. In this case, it is my family talking to the people of the camp with our huge complaints, and they turn a blind eye to it, like they didn't hear us at all.

It makes me feel really sorry for him, because we also can't get a refund, either. The camp cost us at least 3500 bucks. So it's like we spent at least thirty-five hundred dollars so my brother could be miserable. So for once, I am actually feeling sorry for my brother.