Dan's worst weekend!

Dan had been jealous of his sister Lucy ever since she was born. He was jealous of the fact that he had to share everything with her; his bedroom, his bath, his dinner table and especially his mum. She was his and had been his for four years and he didn't want that to change. He wanted her to disappear but the only way he could do that was to ignore her. So he did. Whenever she wanted to play he would take his toys away from her, whenever she cried he ignored her, and whenever his mum was talking to her he would distract his mum by pretending to hurt himself. never played with her.
The only time he did pay attention to Lucy was when he bickered with her over everything who got to sit behind mum in the car or who had the most juice in their cup or who had the biggest dollops of ice cream.
Not once did Dan feel like he was being mean to Lucy. He felt because he was the eldest it was right that he showed it. And as Dan got older his torments grew more sinister. He would pick fights with Lucy for no reason; he would scratch himself and blame it on Lucy; he would take money from his mother's purse and blame Lucy; he would draw on the walls with crayon and give the crayons to Lucy just as his mother walked in the door and he would steal things from shops and blame it on Lucy.
No matter what his mother said or did nothing would get through to Dan.
Then one day he planned the ultimate torment. His best friend, Jack Wheeler, told Dan that Jack's mum was going to have a yard sale and sell everything they no longer wanted. When Dan heard this his mind whirred into action. Early on Saturday morning, before Lucy or his mum and dad were awake, Dan grabbed two pink toy boxes full of Lucy's toys from the bedroom and quietly carried them downstairs. He opened up the garage and dug out his father's flat trolley, placed the boxes on top and wheeled them over to Jack's house.
Mrs Wheeler was delighted when Dan turned up with more things for her to sell and agreed that she would put any money she earned from the sale of his toys aside and give it to him on Sunday. Dan left with a smug smile on his face.
The following day, whilst Dan was wheeling his muddy trucks across his mum's carpet there was a knock at the door. It was Mrs Wheeler.
"Hi Karen,"she said to Dan's mum. "I just thought I'd bring over the money I earned for Daniel for the sale of his and Lucy's toys at my yard sale. They were so popular with my customers I sold them all in an hour!"
Dan's mum took the brown envelope from Mrs Wheeler's outstretched hand with a bemused smile.
"Thanks Maggie," she said. "But what toys did Dan give you."
"Oh, erm, well, he came over yesterday morning with two pink plastic boxes full of a variety of stuff. Actually, if I'd thought about it I could have brought the boxes over too. I'll go back and get them."
"No, there's no rush, Maggie. I'll collect them later," she said before hurriedly closing the door and turning to face Dan.
Dan looked up at his mother. Strangely, she didn't look particularly mad. She was thumbing through the contents of the envelope and smiling to herself.
"Is that my money?" Dan asked, abandoning his trucks.
"You took your sister's boxes, didn't you, Daniel?"
She used his full name. She only ever called him Daniel when she was annoyed with him.
"Yes," Dan mumbled as he twiddled his fingers.
"Do you know what was in those boxes?"
"Lucy's toys," he replied, sheepishly.
Dan's mum shook her head.
"No, Daniel. They were your toys!"
Dan flicked his eyes up at his mum. Now he was the one confused.
"What? But they were in Lucy's boxes."
"I know they were. While you were at football practice on Friday Lucy had emptied all her toys from those boxes into her wardrobe, went into the garden and filled the boxes up with your Action Soldiers, Transformatons and Monster Trucs that were in the sandpit. She wanted to clean them but I wouldn't let her. I thought she would cut herself. I was going to empty the boxes yesterday and wash them before putting them back in your room but completely forgot about it."
"They were my favourite toys!" Dan blasted. "She stole them!"
"And you sold them, for a lot less than they were worth from the look of what's in this envelope," she said. "You're not feeling quite so happy with yourself now are you," she added before striding into the kitchen, still clutching the envelope.
Dan stood alone in the lounge, completely dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what had happened. His guts twisted up inside as he thought of how stupid he had been and how he had lost things that were precious to him. But worse than that was the fact that Lucy hadn't really stole his toys, she was only trying to be nice to him by cleaning them. Tears began to well in his eyes. For all the torment he inflicted on her he had now inflicted it on himself. He didn't like it. But more importantly he never did it again.