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! AND CLEAN THIS MESS!”

She ran out sobbing. I felt a sharp turn of regret and guiltiness, but I kept on raging. She shouldn’t have touched my stuff. It was TOTALLY HER fault that I was mad at her. I walked downstairs and saw all the crafts for Valentine’s Day laid out. My sister and I were supposed to make cards together. She was there, using my fine tip markers. No, no, no! Don’t you DARE break one!

“*Puncture* Oops, lemme just try another one,” said my sister looking at me.

“AAAAAH! I’m going to KILL YOU! I’m NEVER EVER GOING TO LET YOU USE ANYTHING OF MINE! LET ALONE MAKE VALENTINE’S DAY CARDS WITH YOU!” I yelled.

Angrily, I grabbed her favorite glitter and threw it across the floor. “SISSY! I HATE YOU!” she yelled at me. That stung. REALLY BAD. I was angry enough to throw her onto the floor and pounce, but I didn’t. I grabbed the glue and sat down. She followed me and picked up her favorite glitter. I brought my phone out and played music. She sang songs to herself. We made Valentine’s Day Cards. I hugged her, and she tackled me. We cleaned up and had hot chocolate. Like the fight never happened.

Happy Valentine’s Day!!