Julius

Daily, Julius stares at himself on the botch cracked mirror. Everyday he thinks to himself that he is the king of the house. None else but the vulgar little beast. He, who is the oldest, has glistng green eyes [ that poor little Varjak hasn't]. Out of the blue, Varjak came woundering in the undusted room were the self-absorbed Julius was."hmmmm do I look better at this angel or this angel?" pronounced Julius proudly."Ummm I don't know" spoken Varjak. "Get out of here!" yelled Julius shoving Varjak out of the way.After that Julius just kept on staring at himself.