I'm just ME

Part 1: My Stupid Sister

*knock* knock*

"Sis, are you ok? Why are you locking yourself in here the entire day?! I'm starting to get worried!" My younger sister yelled behind the door.

"Oh...um, I-I'm ok-kay. Don't worry about me, Sis. I just can't get over o-of the movie I watched last night." I stuttered. Hoping she'll buy my excuse.

"Oh yeah? I know you, Sis...you're hiding something, am I right? Come on let me know. Just let me in."

No you can't!!! No one must know that I got C for history! NO ONE!

"Uh...I-uh, you can't! I'm still changing!" I yelled. I hope she'll buy it.

"Uh huh, you suck at making excuses, Sis. I heard it already a zillion times. Now, open up!" she yelled back.

What am I gonna do?!

*knock* *knock* *knock*

knock* *knock* *knock*

*BAM!*

*BAM!*

*BAM!*

Urgh! Help me about my stupid sister!

"Ok! Ok! Just don't break the door, woman!" I opened the door irritatedly.

"I need sizzling news." She said sternly.

"What?! What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"You know what I mean." she said a matter-of-factly.

"I just can't get over of that damn movie! What's the sizzling news about that!"

"Come on, Sis. You can tell me everything. Remember the 'No Secrets' law." She said reminding me of our foolish and childish 'law'.

"It's just that..." thinking about a convincing excuse. "Ryan Gosling's too hot that I can't get over him."

Damn! What kind of an excuse was that!?

"Ew! He's too old for you!"

Phew.

"But I'm not buying it. You look like a broom that has been used for sweeping. I don't believe it's because of that 'Old Ryan dude.'"

Sometimes I really don't  like her. She's  such a whiner.

"Aren't brooms used for sweeping?" I said changing the topic.

"Oh come on! We've been separated for months for that stupid photoshoot! I missed gossiping with you!" She whined. And jumped to my bed and fake cried.

Yeah, we've been away from each other for two months for their photo shoot. My sisters' photoshoot. I have three younger beautiful sisters and I'm just a year ahead of them.

All of them are models. They are triplets but they don't look the same. They all have blonde hair and blue eyes like my step-mom.  While I have brown eyes and dark hair like my real mom.

My mom and dad divorced when I was still a toddler because mom found out that dad has another family and that family is my family now. Mom also have a husband and they are living together in New Orleans.

This one is Carla, my sister slash best friend. She's the nicest,  pushiest,  funniest, and loudest among them. If you ask me, she's also the prettiest.

We talk about our secrets,  crushes or gossips about hot guys and all. She's the one who give me advises on how to flirt a guy, and of course I do not want to do that!

Unlike  them,  I'm  not pretty,  hot and blonde.  Instead I have big teeth, and  frizzy hair.

I don't have time for those stuffs instead I spend almost all of my time reading.