Olivia Henderson - Leya The Not So Lovely

Introduction To My Life

Sometimes I wonder if my sister is mental.  Why wonder when I know she is? She seems to me like someone out of some insane asylum. My sister, Leya is the only one true person I have hatred for... This is only because she is 11 right? 11 years of horrifying pain she has caused. Our relationship has been bipolar from the day she was born. She'd let me hold her as a baby for a day and then the next she'd be crying and screaming practically in horror for my mum, Julie. But of course back then, I never thought anything of it. It was just my baby sister crying like baby sisters do. I was completely wrong. Let me put it this way: we get along like a house on fire. She thinks she's perfect, flawless even and I cannot stand it. A few years ago I thought she was going through a stage of being a little girl. That too, I was wrong with. Our war of arguments turn into screaming battles where mum has to intentionally rip us apart and stop our mouths from turning into physical fighting, which also happens regularly I must add.

When we were both in primary school I was sitting with Kate - my best friend since practically ever. Leya decided that her little scarlet pony tail could strut over to us and spit her mint flavoured bubble gum into my hair that I spent ages trying to perfect for Tom Chambers - the boy I've had a crush on since grade 3. I was so devastated and cried for a week trying to get it out. Mum and I tried so many things to try and remove the sticky substance until finally it was gone. The pain was horrid. Of course Leya only got spoken to about the incident, no form of punishment was handed, like usual. I really hoped she'd grow out of being such a pain in the ass and actually do something other than annoy me.

Today was my first day back at school, 9th grade and Leya was now joining MY high school in grade seven. I could already tell it was going to be the absolute worst few years of my life.

How am I going to live the rest of my schooling with her haunting me in every way possible?

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It was a bright, hot, early morning. I jump out of my thick layered, light blue and purple doona and rushed to the bathroom before Leya. "I need to get in this routine now, otherwise she'd never get out of there." I kept telling myself after closing the door behind me. I grabbed Jeffrey - the sparkly neon yellow toothbrush i had named when I was five and started scrubbing. My thoughts were going everywhere, bouncing off walls and flinging themselves across the floor. Leya had found out not long ago that I had a crush on Tom Chambers, the dreamy blue eyed boy in my English class and I knew that if she remembered she was going to find a way to make it hell for me. I tried to dust off my goosebumps and try not to think about it. Suddenly, I hear thuds on our dark, wooden planked floor approaching the bathroom. The white wooden door flung open in a loud thud. "OLIVVAA!" Leya hollered as she stormed into the room with her hazel eyes fixated on me. "Mum said you need to make me breakfast remember," I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Oherwise you can't go to the movies with Kate." She whinged. I hated when she was right. What she said was true, I did need to make her breakfast since mum had left for work early and Kate had already arranged plans to meet at the cinema the next afternoon. "I'll make it later," I shrugged and tried to push her out of the door. "You have to do it now or I'll tell mum!" She screeched. "Ugh." I groaned aloud as I finished brushing my teeth and slopped downstairs to make Leya her favourite breakfast, oats. Why can't she do it you may wonder. Well, Leya the 'lovely' (a nickname I have come up with for my putrid sister along the years) is by far the favourited child and gets whatever she asks for. But I'll explain more later.

The bus arrived at 8:10. Leya and I walked onto the bus and waved our passes over the scan. Leya sat with a big group of girls she knew from primary school who had all asked their parents to join whatever high school Leya was going to way before this year had even started. I never understood how she had become so popular at school and yet be such a little cow. I ended up sitting by myself behind a girl with golden curly hair. My headphones were blasting in my ear and the smell of popcorn was coming from a boy with a bright orange shirt paired with black knee-length shorts behind me. As for me, I had braided my hair in two long, brown braids and was wearing a white tank top with high-waisted light washed denim shorts, what I'd usually wear on the first day back. I sighed in hope, maybe today won't be so bad after all.

Sorry, I'm really bad at this but was really bored :)