The Impudent Child

I hate my sister. I am serious here, I mean, she's impossible. I don't know if I'll ever take back the words, but if I do, lucky her. It's like, when I'm near here, I can't stand it! I no longer remember that I have to be patient, I no longer remember that torturing is a sin, nothing. It's as if she brings the devil out of me. My level of patience with her has gone beyond it. These are the times I wish she was never born. But then I know I wouldn't like that, cause I've been the older sister for 14 and a half years already.

Like this morning, she didn't wanna wake up for school! And for the next two weeks, she's not even gonna attend school! I mean like, what the f-? -.-' Who the heck does not wake up after being yelled at, or hit, OR splashed by a pool of water? The thing is, if she didn't wanna go to school because of she's sick, it's okay. But then that's not the reason! It's probably cause she has an assessment or that she's jealous of me for having my holiday or because she didn't get to go to my cousin's house, who is her best friend, last night. Hadn't she had enough of playing?

Now I'm the bad guy 'cause I pulled her legs and dragged her to the bathroom. My maid came to me and shouted, "If someone does that to you, would YOU like it?!" And I'm like, of course not, but who asked her to not wake up? And who could have not woken up after being dragged? She's just playing, I know she's awake. As tired as someone would be, she or he would have woken up after being splashed by water. Right?

Oh whatever. I don't even know why I'm caring so much that she doesn't go to school. So what? It's her, not me. And you know what, I've probably said this before but, I just won't talk to her anymore? It would so prevent me from getting mad and getting another sin. It would make it easier, it would make life way easier. Besides, I've got friends. When I'm not chatting or anything, I could do other stuff, I've got loads, I don't even talk to my sister most of the time, why start now?

I know how it's gonna be already. When my mom gets home from Vietnam, my maid will tell her how much I tortured my little sister, dragging her here and there, hitting her and splashing her with water, and then my mom will go all scolding me saying that I'm bad and everything. Here's what I think of my sister: She's a ten year old brat, who gets too much of the things she wants which made her an undisciplined, irresponsible impudent child. I don't care that she's only ten years old. She has proved that she is smarter than a ten year old kid, why can't she act like one?

And oh look, my day hasn't even started yet, and it's already ruined, how awesome is that? -.-'