1. I have such a wonderful sister, don’t you think?
Lorelei Loveless Asked: 1. I have such a wonderful sister, don’t you think?
Let me start off by saying my parents are divorced. They have been since I was about three or four years old. I'm nearly fifteen now, and they're both happily with other partners. My dad's been engaged to Tessa for over three years. She's nice and everything. It's really not HER that I have a problem with; it's her twelve-year-old daughter, Josie. Back when we were younger, she really looked up to me. I never thought I'd want a little sister, but I truly cared about her and wanted to protect her. We got along for the most part, although I remember her occasionally getting angry with me and slapping me in the face a few times, no kidding. You see, Josie's mom always gave in to whatever she wanted. It typically went like this: Josie would demand something, Tessa would say no, Josie would scream at her mother, Tessa would send her to her room, Josie would start crying, then Tessa would back out on the punishment and give Josie what she wanted or take her where she wanted to go. And it's still like this today.
My dad raised me much differently. (I say 'dad' because he won primary custody of me when my parents split up. That's a story I'll save for another time.) Anyways, he taught me to be polite, kind, to have respect for everyone, although he doesn't always display these things himself. He tells me that I'm a fairly easy kid.
My father and Tessa bought a house together. (Basically my dad bought the house because he's the one who pays all the bills. Before we were living with my grandmother.) I was in seventh grade, my first real year of hell, …I mean middle school, starry-eyed and excited. (I attended a school for gifted kids from third through sixth grade, and it was the coolest place ever.) However, the sisterhood between Josie and me was already in ruins, and I guess I have to take some of the blame for this one. Here's what happened.
Before they purchased the house, Josie and I would ride the bus to and from middle school. We'd sit together most days, but sometimes in the afternoon she'd be at soccer practice, and I'd sit by myself. Once again it was one of those days, but today was going to be different. A guy decided to sit next to me, and he wasn't just any guy. He was Ean. Ean with the bright green eyes and the long, golden hair that he flipped oh-so-attractively. Ean who was often heard swearing and making hilarious sexual jokes on the back of the bus. Naive little me was insanely drawn to a bad boy.
But there's more to it than that. Ean and I began to sit next to each other every day. Josie clearly noticed the change and adapted. She started to sit with one of her friends instead, and I simply ignored her for the most part, but Ean liked to pick on people. He often did it to me, calling me flat-chested, which really hurt, but I acted like I didn't care and still continued to sit with him. He even begun to say harsh things to Josie, calling her a spoiled brat, and although it was true, it was something he certainly had no right to say.Ean just wanted to get a reaction out of someone. I sat back and listened instead of defending her or telling him to stop. Soon he was messing with her every single day, and I finally stepped in, but it wasn't soon enough because that afternoon Josie had a meltdown. She bolted into the house crying, shouting, and saying how Ean was such a terrible person and how much she hated him. Then she ran back outside and refused to come indoors.
Honestly, she was right. Ean's now a drug dealer and his acne-covered face no longer makes me swoon. Again, that's another story, and I'm trying to keep this one about Josie.
Flash forward to now. We hardly speak to each other. Trust me, it wasn't my choice, and it's not because we're mad at each other. Josie prefers to spend the majority of her time locked in her bedroom texting or blowing through our parents money on shopping trips that I'm not invited to. (We're far from rich by the way.) She refuses to leave the house without makeup on. She doesn't associate with those who can't afford designer brands. She's popular, and her many friends are as incredibly shallow and obnoxious as she is. So, is it really that bad when I say I've contemplated pushing her down the stairs at times? I'm kidding. I'm not THAT bitter.
Do you have a sister as lovely as mine? Please tell me below.