Some people say I am the grouchy old Grinch, but trust there was reasoning behind my madness. This story started with sadness at my little cabin beyond Whoville. My younger brother Jonathan died from Cryptosporidiosis a rare disease found in Whoville. Was it those nasty little Who’s who spread this to my brother? He was my everything, he helped through tough times, he wasn’t just my brother, but he was my best friend. Shortly, after that morning my parents became divorced and I was left to fend for myself, I was just, forgotten. A couple of weeks after that my stepmother who I could have sworn was an evil witch took me in. I could see a mysterious glare in her eyes like this was a part of a plan. She enrolled me in this lovely new school