Hey! I've had this story running through my head for a while now! I really hope you enjoy it!
Sibling Bonds
June 9, 1974- The Dance
Her speech was great! Whose speech you ask? Well, my sister, Jan's. She's actually my step sister, but, hey, does it really matter?
Before I get too far along in this diary entry, I better tell you who I am. My name is Peter Brady, and I am sixteen years old. I have two brothers and three sisters. My dad married my mom when I was eleven years old, and she brought the three girls with her when she came to live with us.
My dad's name is Mike and he's an architect. He is my biological dad, and his first wife my mother, died quite some time ago, but I still miss her.
My mother of five years, Carol, is really great lady. I love her a lot, and she might as well be my real mom. She stays at home and keeps house, although, lately, she has been thinking about going into real estate.
My siblings' names are Greg, Marsha, Jan, Bobby and Cindy. They are each very different….and each of them can be very annoying. Greg is eighteen and he just graduated from high school, and Marsha is a year younger than him, and she will be starting her senior year in the fall. Jan and I will both be sophomores, although she is a few months younger than me. Cindy and Bobby are ten and eleven and will be going into the fifth and sixth grades.
Any way that's my family. Now back to Jan's speech. She just won Miss Popularity at our school, but she did it by making a lot of phony promises she didn't intend to keep. When she finally came to her senses, she wrote a speech apologizing for acting like, well, a super creep. Unfortunately, it was too late to save her date for senior night, or my own for that matter. So, I asked Jan to the dance. Can you believe that? I asked my own crazy sister to a dance. Anyway, she gave the speech at senior night, just like every other Miss Popularity before her. And after her speech came the dance. Well, we got off to kind of an awkward start. I mean we are siblings! We shouldn't be each other's date to a dance, but it actually turned out great. I think the light in the dance hall must have been really great, because Jan looked gorgeous.
Woah, where did that come from? Never mind. After the dance, we walked home together…and you know something? It was the best date I've ever had in my life. Why do I feel so funny about my little sister? I've known her forever, and yet it is like I'm just seeing her for the first time. Maybe it's because when we got to the door, she said,
"Thank you for being my date, Peter. Any girl would be lucky to go out with you. You're a great big brother!"
And you know what she did then? She kissed me on the cheek. It was the best kiss I've ever had. I know she meant nothing by it, but it just felt so…right. What am I saying? She's my step sister, but maybe it does matter that she's only my step sister. Maybe that can explain the funny feeling I get whenever I'm around her? Until next time:
A very confused,
Peter Brady
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