When we are little we usually look up to our older siblings... right?
Not in my case... I looked up to my little sister, there was no one above me, but she got straight As in school, had such pretty hair, had the attention of everyone... I had hair that was always in the way and my long gorgeous hair happened to be the kind of hair that attracted head lice from the stuck up bitch in front of me who was crawling with it no matter how many times I complained about her flinging her hair and hitting me with it... I always got sent home... I always got sick, I struggled with school and attendance and staying out of trouble... Fast forward about 12 years and I'm looking at my little sister and all I keep thinking to myself is "where is she?" Shes not there anymore. My sister has been absent from herself since she was about 10... shes 18 years old and can't seem to get enough trouble. Not that the trouble finds her, because if she stood still for just a second, I'm sure the trouble would drive right past her... but no... she sticks her thumb out and hitch-hikes for a ride straight into the passenger seat of life altering trouble. She could have made a great veterinarian or archeologist. She could have made a positive impact on other people lives... instead of causing rot and decay.
One thing's for sure...
I'll never forgive or forget the shit she's been putting us through for the last 6 years.
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