Hmmm My brain's been fudged up lately.

So anyways... this will get very confusing very quickly. Basically it's first person and you're in the mind of a madwoman...

Enjoy.

"Sissy, I'm bored." The voice whined loudly in my ear, and I looked up from my book at my nine year old sister. "Is there nothing you can do?" I asked, and she shook her head, her blonde hair whipping from side to side. I sighed. "Let me braid your hair, so that we can go to the park." Her grin broadened and she sat obediently before me. I started braiding her hair in an intricate pattern that I loved.

My sister's hair is long and straight and beautiful, while mine is rather short and extremely curly, making braids impossible. Her hair is naturally black like mine, but she dyes it blonde because she thinks that that is prettier. It annoys me, but I don't refuse to braid it. I hate fakes, and liars, but I deal with it.

Soon I am done braiding, and we set off to the park. My sister giggles and runs ahead of me. I'm not so interested, as I look around. I keep my mind busy on the history class I'd taken the day before. Here's a game I like to play—I like to test myself and see how long I can concentrate on one thing. It's difficult, but I've noticed the time growing longer—something I'm proud of.

I wonder if we should go off for lunch, me and my sister, or if we should just head home. I suppose it would be fun—wait, I was on history. Right. There I went, getting distracted again. I hated it when I did that. It was an irritance, albeit a small one. "Sissy, sissy… JOICE!" My sister yelled, finally calling me by my name. I snapped to attention and turned to her. Of course, I'd not forgotten that I had brought her. "Come push me on the swings." My sister urged. I sighed, and walked over with her.

The metal chains to the swings were tarnished and dirtied by years of being outdoors, and I itched to polish them into perfection. She sat herself on the stupid plastic seat—which too was filthy—and I started pushing her, until she was swinging on her own, going as high as she could.

I sat down, and sighed again. It's so annoying, how smudged things get. I looked around disdainfully at the playground equipment and couldn't help but sneer. I wished I'd brought a book to read, but instead I just sat and watched my sister play.

Of course, other families had come, parents and children. My sister ended up joining a group of girls her age and playing hopscotch and taking turns on the swings and having all sorts of fun. It's weird how she can do that. It's weird how she can make friends so easily. I never did that. I don't like people, they're irritating and foolish. How silly of her.

When my stomach started to growl, I decided that it would be time to head home. There was no need to go to a restaurant when we had food at home. "C'mon, Brianna, we're going home." I called, and she let out a moan. "But I'm having fun!~" She protested, causing me to roll my eyes. "It's time to go, now let us go!"

She walked over. "I told you, Joice, it's let's, not let us." I roll my eyes and wack her across the top of her head. "Whatever." Her braid's getting loose. I'll have to fix it later. Perhaps when we get home, or maybe after lunch. It'd be best to take care of it sooner so that it doesn't come completely undone, but Brianna is so lazy, after all… she might refuse. I shook my head out of my distracting thoughts and we walked home.

I decided when we got home to wait till after lunch, even though my instincts screamed at me to fix it, and fix it now! I fixed us some grilled cheeses because it's fun to get grill marks on the bread using the spatula—if you do it just right, it comes all crispy brown with pale grill marks and gooey yellow cheese, and it's divine—and we ate lunch together. The cheese was stringy, and I watched my sister eat it hungrily as I nibbled at my own. It's boring here. I wonder if there's anything to do for fun… Suddenly the door swung open and Brianna jumped up, an ecstatic look on her face. "Daddy, Daddy!" She ran to the door, and I heard a grunt as my father must have been hit by one of her bear hugs. "Hello, precious."

I walked over, still nibbling on my sandwich, and my dad raised an eyebrow. "You almost ready?" Finally, it took him long enough to get home. I finished my sandwich in two large bites and grinned, "You bet." I headed upstairs and pulled on my hiking boots. I hurriedly fixed my sister's braid, and we left.

The one thing in this town that I'd ever enjoyed is hunting with my dad. We'd go to this forest and hunt wild animals—deer, birds, rabbits, you name it. It was the only fun thing, and I was the only girl who did it. Sometimes we'd run into guys from my school, but I'd always been good at running them off. No one ever fucks with me.

That day we made a good haul, but I still couldn't shake off the lingering boredom I felt. Perhaps I should perform an experiment, or try to go off somewhere. Maybe with friends? I barked a short, dry laugh. I didn't make friends. People were annoying, and I preferred solitude by far.

I decided to do an experiment. It was one I'd been meaning to try for a while. I snuck into the laundry room, where Mother washed me and Brianna's clothes… I took the Clorox and snuck off.

I decided to see… this stuff whitened clothes really well. So what could it do to my sister's hair? I slipped it into her hair dye. That night I was going to be helping her touch it up, anyways—long black streaks had started to grow, and I'd had to hide them in her braids, else she'd look like the bride of Frankenstein. Maybe it'll dye her hair permanently, and I won't have to help her be a fake, lying little brat. That would be most enjoyable. I wonder what I should do tomorrow, after school. I don't have anything planned. Maybe I could go hunting on my own. I shook my head as I started getting distracted, and poured the Clorox into the hair dye bottle, which I'd half-emptied. I always hated the smell of Clorox. Someone should make one that doesn't smell so absurdly strong. I shrugged and returned the Clorox to where it belonged. I hope it does well. My sister does so enjoy being blonde. It's odd. Why does someone as straight-forward as me have such a liar for a sister?

Supper came and went, and then it was time to dye my sister's hair. She sat in the bathroom with a towel over her shoulders, and I started massaging the dye into her scalp. It smelled nasty, more so than usual, but I ignored the scent and ignored my sister's persistent questions. I felt eager to see the effects the Clorox would have. It always was interesting to see how she reacted to different stimuli.

Nothing seemed to happen that night, and soon we'd both gone to bed. Maybe tomorrow she'll show something. I wonder if I remembered to—ha, that's ridiculous. I know I did my homework. I remember clearly. I shrugged, my thoughts confusing me till I fell asleep.