Trapped

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 When Albert Einstein had a theory of E=mc2, it was a total “eureka!!” moment for him. When I had my

“eureka!!” moment, it sounded like this, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”, and I am NOT

exaggerating. I have a little sister which is the best thing in the world, but she is ANNOYING!!



Most of the time, my sister can get away with anything. If I yell at her or get mad at her, or anything of that sort, I have LITERALLY seen her stand near the steps and YELL! Let’s just say she has potential in the singing field. I’m always getting in trouble when I’m around her and even when I’m not around her. 


This is how my parents think it goes—


Me: Hey! I’m going to mean to you for practically NO REASON!

My sister: Wait, I’m such a nice person, why would you do this?! I want to be your friend!

Me: YAHAHAHAHAHA! I don’t care! You are such a stinky person!

My sister: cries

Me: gets yelled at



This is how it ACTUALLY goes—


My sister: Hi! Do you want to play together?

Me: In a little bit, I have some homework—

My sister: goes to the steps and yells






My sister: NO FAIR! YOU ALWAYS HAVE PLAYDATES!! she knows the last one I had was at least two months ago

Me: I’ll be back before you know it!

My sister: I NEVER have playdates! knows that she had one yesterday and cries

Me: I can’t go 


Look, I love my sister from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t like her sometimes. This is my theory; I’m always in trouble no matter where I am. If I stay away from her, I get in trouble. If I am near her, I get in trouble. IT IS SO IRRITATING AND RIDICULOUS! First, I am minding MY OWN business and she comes to me. Second, she gets mad about anything. Third, she goes to the staircase which echoes super well and screams her heart out. Fourth, my mom and dad get angry at ME and I didn’t even do ANYTHING!! Fifth, they tell me to stay away from her. Sixth, later in the day, my sister comes up to me and I try to avoid her. Seven, the same process repeats again and my mom and day tell me to spend more time with her.


Therefore, I’m TRAPPED along with my parents and my grandma. We are pawns, mere servants and easy to sacrifice. My sister is the queen. She orders us around and gets everything that she wants. Still, I love my sister very much, but after all of these years of discovering this. I WANT TO YELL! It’s okay, but I WANT TO YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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