Disclaimer: I don't own Sky High. I make no money off of this. Who would pay for this stuff, anyway?
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I try not to hate you, but he asks me not to. It's hard when my mother looks at me sadly, or when the kids at school pick fights with him. It's very hard when he talks about the time you took him to the museum, and showed him the dinosaurs. It's really hard when we're channel surfing and come across a rehash of your trial on 'True Crimes'.
How could you have done what you did?
There are times, I think, when it really would be easier to hate you. But I don't, because he asks me not to.
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I try not to like you, but you're everything I'm not. You're hyper, and cheerful, and- dare I say it- a romantic. I dried the rose you gave me for Homecoming, even though I told you I'd just wind up throwing it away. Remember how I told you I hated candlelit dinners, so you blew the candle out?
I like all your little quirks: your loud clothes, your goofy smile, and your bad jokes. You don't laugh at my lousy poetry. You always say my power is 'way cool'.
I try not to like you, but you're everything I'm not.
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I try to love you, because I know I'm supposed to.
We survive without you, sure. We cook dinner together, and on Saturday nights we watch television in the living room while we eat. It's almost like we're a whole family. But it hurts, sometimes, when we're reminded that our family is broken.
Sometimes, when she goes to set the table, she grabs one too many plates. Sometimes, when a permission slip comes, it asks for both of your signatures. When it happens, I want to hate you.
But I try to love you, because I know I'm supposed to.