My younger sister is the most annoying 10 year old to ever grace the Earth. Ever since I could remember, we fought a bunch. Whether it was about who got the pretty barbie doll, or about who the dog loves more, we fought about it.
Looking back, that's probably where I get my argumentative nature from.
But the thing was, my sister was always the one who never got in trouble, and if she did it was something really small like she got her DS taken off her for 20 minutes or something. My mother didn't work when we where little and my dad worked long hours so he didn't really witness us fighting, and if he did, he was pretty fair.
My sister and my mum are incredibly similar, from their personalities, their (racist) views and their looks, they were incredibly similar. While I was always the black sheep of the family. I liked reading and learning, I wasn't interested in Drama TV, I didn't have strong emotions (or any emotions for that matter), and I didn't trust people often. My mum and sister were the opposite of that.
So basically, my mum favoured, sorry, favours my sister a fuck ton. But I started to get over that, whatever, I was over my mum and I didn't care what she said to me, and she said some awful things. There was a point where what my sister and mum did really impacted me a lot, but I don't want to talk about it.
My sister and I continued arguing and it's only really escalated. Although it started as little things, it's now more her threatening to murder my cat with a knife, and me calling her a psychopath.
Now to what I'm actually supposed to be ranting about.
I live at my fathers, but my sister was staying at my house tonight. We were arguing, but it was about nothing really, just standard sibling rivalry. I was sick of it, so I told her to go away because I was trying to do homework. Then all of a sudden she starts screaming and crying and telling my father that I called her a 'fat slut', which was a huge lie. Dad started screaming at me, saying I was a waste of space (he's apologised now), while my sister was just watching us, smiling. She then went into my room and threw everything on the floor, then blamed it on me, saying I had a tantrum. Worst of all, she threw my cat, Mylie into the trash bin. The fucking trash bin! What kind of psychopath does that?
I'm so mad at her. I had to clean my room again, although I admit I enjoy cleaning so it wasn't a punishment, dads so angry at me, and Mylie is so dirty, but she hates baths and will scratch your eyes out if you bathe her, so she's stuck being traumatised and smelly.
I don't know how she gets away with this, but it's really unfair. I'm not saying I'm perfect/never start arguments with her or get her in trouble, but this is insane!
Sorry for my rant, I can tell that they're really annoying and you obviously don't have to read them, but they are really the only thing that I'm not horrible at when it comes to writing.
