So the say started out has any other. We woke for school, at six a.m.( I know isn't that early). We
got ready. Me getting dressed and putting in my contacts. Beauty does not need work. Them,
however, they had to straighten their hair, curl it, put contacts, and so much more. So we went to
school. To wonderful school. Just so you know really don't see my sisters a lot. And if I do I
always find some way to embarrass or annoy them. Again with the look. Don't look at me like
that, First off if you knew them then you would know why I do it. And second: I'm the oldest.
What else do you expect me to do. You know I think you stop because if you keep giving me that
look by the end of the story your face will be stuck like that. No I'm not saying that I'm going to
keep being rude to them, much. Oh no, no more discussing. I have a story to tell. So back to it.
Since I really don't see my sisters I get what happens to them by word of mouth. Usually theirs,
man can they talk, especially Erin. Once she starts she never stops. So finally after dragging myself
through school. I get to go home. It's like music to my ears. So off we go, into the car, and after
dropping some people off we make it. So I'm sitting at the island eating my well deserved snack
when Erin says it. "There's this boy in my class and he's so hot." I mean like totally. Okay that
doesn't bother me so much. I mean Erin likes everyone. And when I say everyone I mean ev-e-ry-
one. So I keep eating has she tells Chelsea and my mom about him. Apparently he's funny, and
smart, and don't forget HOT. A major hottie she says. Yeah. "His names Eric. Eric McCarthy." I
choke on my well deserved snack. "What?" I ask. "His names Eric McCarthy." "I can't eat
anymore." She has ruined my well deserved snack. How dare she. "You know him?" she asks me.
Do I know him? "Yes I do." Oh no. I just said the wrong words. Her eyes alight like a animals. I
knew I was in for it. "Really?" she asks coyly. I felt a sudden need to run. Like when Chelsea gets
mad. The hills, they call to me. "How do know him?" she asks. "Well he's number one in my grade
(senior) and two I have him in two classes," I say calmly. Then she pounced. "You're kidding."
"No if I was kidding I would be laughing." I get hit. "Don't be smart," she says, I mock her in my
head. "Does he talk about me?" she asks. I think for a moment trying to see where I lost her. "If he
talked about you why would I be so surprised?" I ask. Another hit. Geez, she's so abusive. Then
my savior arrives. Riiiiiinnnnnngggg. The phone. And as quick has a lion I'm upstairs. I know the
phone won't be for her. No one ever calls for her. So I stay upstairs in my sanctuary, I mean room,
for a few hours and then make my way downstairs and right in the middle of Chelsea's story…