I don't own Reba (duh) or Cheyenne or Kyra or Van or Elizabeth
"Kyra," I yelled at her when I came upstairs and saw my room, "what the hell"
"Problem?"
"Yeah, I told you to CLEAN the room. Look at it! It's in DISARAY"
She had taken my snow-globes and broken them to pieces. She emptied my dresser drawers all over. She had ripped apart my pillows. She took chocolate syrup and spread it all over my walls. She even broke my alarm clock.
"I'm impressed," she said, "you know such a big word"
"UGH YOU ARE IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH TROUBLE," I yelled at her, "You are so going to pay for it. For starters I'm so telling mom about what you did"
"Go ahead," she said, "of course I'm going to tell her about how you got a detention because you punched a schoolmate in the nose. You know how mom handles things like that"
I opened my mouth to defend myself then closed it again. Kyra was right. Mom hardly ever got mad but I had a history of outbursts when I was younger and I knew I would get whacked for doing that. I couldn't afford to get punished… not with a baby on the way. Who knows what that could do to the baby?
"Kyra why would you do something like this," I asked her, "that's not like you"
"Because ever since you got pregnant and got married you've been treating me like crap"
"That is so not true," I protested
"No," she argued, "when was the last time you stopped to ask me how I was doing?"
"Well… Kyra I've been busy"
"Not too busy to blackmail me into doing your chores," she pointed out
"Hey that was Van's idea"
"And what are you… Van's puppet"
"Ugh… Kyra that's so rude"
"So is the way you've been acting Cheyenne."
"How have I been acting"
"I'm not your errand girl," she told me, "I'm your little sister"
"All I was telling you to do was some chores for a few months. You're acting like I am doing something horrible. Why are you being like this?"
"Because," she said
"No Kyra BECAUSE is not an answer. Because is a word"
"FINE! IT'S BECAUSE YOU HATE ME," she yelled
I looked at her startled.
"Kyra why would you think I hate you"
"Well my first clue was when you said "I HATE YOU," yesterday.
Suddenly I realized what I had been doing to my sister. She really thought I hated her.
"Kyra," I said, "we might fight and fight often and I might get mad at you more often then I don't but NOTHING and I mean nothing will ever make me not love you. I was there when mom had you. I was the first one to hold you. Kyra you will always be my best friend. I always have and always will love you"
