Hair below her waist, a pair of eyes prettier than i’ll ever admit. Cotton ball cheeks that go red with the quickest pull or the slightest temperature rise. She always looks like shes stuffed 2 little cupcakes in her mouth. Brows that furrow quite often in a day and a thin line for lips. The rest shes just like me, just a 4 years younger. We look like we belong to the same family, she just seems better fed.. if you know what i mean.

I never gave her credit for anything. and I’ve done all the conventional elder sibling stuff. When she was young, very young, I told her she was picked up from a nursing home. And she was surprisingly calm for her age. Until  i showed her “photographic proof”. Then she started slamming albums, cursing (innocently) at me. Her eyes become angry when she’s mad. And she’s mad when shes worried. She always buys my lies. Anger usually leads to tattle taling to mom. But she wouldn’t smirk, instead she starts crying out loud. I found out very recently that she did that because even  though she wanted to know shes not picked up from some baby store she didn’t want me to suffer much.

Over the years she’s been my biggest enemy. When i started teenage-lies, she was the third parent I had to deal with. Sure we played together. She would be the servant while i was the princess , she was Ron and i was always Harry. Her brows clearly showed she wasn’t pleased but she didn’t mind as long as we were playing.  If I won she would throw the game and storm out. But she’d come back, very soon.

And its not even because she needed my company. If I snuck in on her I found her dressing up with whatever assortment she could find out of me and my mothers wardrobe. She’d play with her barbie, arrange little tea parties, make wealth out of waste, keep tapping keys irritatingly on the keyboard and make some annoying discovery.

Just normal kid stuff I guess and I found out she had grown up a little too late. I’d made a card for my friend and  her boyfriend and left it home! Instead of worrying about getting caught I decided I’d tell her some stupid story and get her to hide it. She did and i told her it was just a prank. I came home and she gave me an incredulous look, ” you think I’m that stupid do you?”. and started laughing like the LOL meme.

Cut to scene 2

I was telling her some story about my class of cursing and swearing guys. I said”  You won’t get the details, you don’t know that stuff.”
“Try me”, she said innocently.

I smirked and thought I’d go slow, just the basics.

“You know whats gay?”, I asked. “Yes, duh!”, she said and I gaped at her.really ? My stupid little tattle tale  sister knew this! I tested a few other topics and she seemed well aware. Too aware!  I asked her if she knew any curses and it almost gave me a stroke to see the ones she offered.

But I had  found a new friend I knew it. She looks out for me when im out late. Calms things down when I’m about to get it from mom dad. Eats the food i leave on my plate in exchange for food parcels (donuts mostly). She photoshops,she dances, she writes and she has ambitions more than me. She’s inventive, she’s bad temepered, she blares more than anyone in my house. She starts crying when shes tensed, she cannot eat a night before the exam. She goes mad when somethings wrong, she talks beyond reason. She’s dumb, she’s fun, she sends memes when I’m low. She’s hardly the best but good to have anyway


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