I Owe The Badboy

1: My Pride Went Too Far

CHAPTER ONE ~ My Pride Went Too Far

If there's one person in life that can successfully irritate me to no end within a matter of seconds, its my sister, Tara, that I would gladly shoot without hesitation. In mornings like these, bullying her seems nice this time of day.

"Alex!" The little girl that has iron lungs shrieks making me wince in pain. A small body like that but has that kind of vocals is a curse and at the same time is a gift I tell you. "Make me pancakes! NOW!"

I gritt my teeth in irritation as I cover my head with my velvet. "Ugh! Shut up before I shove your mouth to your ass!"

Tara being Tara, gasp dramatically. I can hear her footsteps that's slowly diminishing away but the loud scream of her accusation was as clear as day.

"Mom! Alex won't make me pancakes! And she told me I'm an ass!"

You are an ass! You have fat cheeks you little twit and shit come out from your mouth.

Of course, the next thing I know is my mom's scream, telling me to come down right this instant. I swear, if they both scream in chorus, they can blow an eardrum if they wanted to. I'm not even sure if mankind is prepared for that kind of pain when I'm here thinking if I should just go pack my bags and live in the street begging for spare change instead of tolerating my family's voice.

Yes, they're that horrible in screaming. I'm actually surprise our neighbors hasn't called the government or military or whatever on us.

With a grunt and a cursing mouth, I heave myself up from my cozy slumber to take in the fury of my mom and my dramatic little sister that's bound to be grinning right now from victory.

Great. Just great! Another $10 in the Swear Jar! This, ladies and gentlemen is how my sister becomes rich seeing I'm the only one who puts money on that cursed jar.

Why? Simple: If Tara curses mom will accuse me of teaching her these words whereas Tara made no move to deny it. If mom curses she'll explain how she's an adult and what not. See? Pure evil at work.

"What now?!" I all but whine even if my voice is still a little raspy from sleep.

My mom's in her casual attire with her hospital coat hanging from her arm while my sister carries her doll as if its real like she currently thought it is. Oh how I would love to smother in her face once I tell her that it's not alive! I would probably be grounded for a week but its all gonna be worth it when I see her tears on the floor like the brat she is.

I grin absent-mindedly to Tara who gave me a weird look. Keep on doing this little sister and I swear you will never look at your dolls the same way again.

If you can be evil, I'll top that with my own horns, an arrow tail, a pitchfork and a tan gone wrong.

"Care to explain what you said to your sister?" Mom demand, fixing her blouse.

The grin on my sister is back once again while I'm stuck with a deep frown. We had this conversation hundreds of times and I don't intend to listen again. My pride just can't take it anymore and frankly, I doubt I can take another second so I settle for giving up instead of fighting like I usually do. Plus I don't want to lose $10.

Blowing a sigh, I said in a calm manner "I'll make her some pancakes. Now, wouldn't want to be late for work now do ya?" I smile sweetly to the both of them before I push mom towards the door whose aura is still unsure. "I'll drop my sweet little sister to her school, no worries momma."

I successfully had my mom on the porch with a face that's still doubting my sudden change of mood. She was about to speak again when I slam the door on her face. Call it disrespectful, rude, insensitive, flippancy, lack of respect or incivility but I just had had enough of this for one morning. Or any other mornings to be clear.