I was staring out of the window at the large tree in front of our neighbourhouse, while the sun was setting. We were living at the third floor for about two years now since we moved to the city. My parents weren't at home, and the noisy neighbours below us had been on holiday for a week now. I wasn't alone, though. My sister was there, in her own room. She had complained that it was smaller ten mine, but she always complained, although she had been favored by my parents all the time, but nevertheless, she was pinching on me. Sometime I wish I could pay back - but I never did. Maybe because I fancied her to much. I went out to to hall, tired of sitting around. Left to my room was the kitchen, right to it my parents bedroom, opposite to the bath rooms. At the end of the hall, between my parents room and the bathroom, was the door to my sisters room. I could see the light, but I did not hear a sound. I didn't even turn on the light in the hall, I just stood there, wondering, dreamin of things that were forbidden.