Reading a Book

A long time ago, I read a book called: What diary am I going to write today? When I read the first few pages, I felt conferrable and evil and pity, it’s strange.
It goes like this: koko, (the main topic) haven’t write his dairy, He saw his little sister playing her doll, Jealousy scored through his eyes. Then, he stick his pencil in her butt, and kick her butt, but she didn’t cry, she just said: Stop it! bro. In Chinese it’s so fragile, I felt pity for her, she didn’t even cry! how good sister he has!!! She only cries when koko banned her head with a book.