Trouble on Valentines
This is what it’s like having a sister. I awoke to the sound of ragged breathing running along down my neck. It felt hot and humid. I yawned and shifted to the side. The breathing followed me. Soon after, I got irritated and opened my eyes. I saw sparkly sunglasses, too much makeup, and a wide smile looking back at me. I screamed! “Hi, sissy! HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!” said my little sister. She handed me a white envelope. As I opened it, the glitter blinded me. “Hey, where did you get all these sparkles from?” “I used Mommy’s diamond dust and your clear nail polish to give it a shine!” “WHAT!” I yelled. “You know you’re not supposed to use Mommy’s diamond dust! Wait! Did you….just say you used my CLEAR NAIL POLISH?!” “Yup!” she nodded. I ran to the bathroom. There was my nail polish. Empty. Some of the contents were dripping out and it was a sparkly mess. My mouth hung in horror. “NO! What did you do?!” “Made you a Valentine's card, duh,” she answered. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM! AN...