Love
Now, I'm betting you're going to think this entry is about Bianca, right? Or maybe even Will? Well you're wrong. This is about Hazel.
And by the way, I am not in love with Will. Stop thinking that.
Moving on...
The love I feel for Hazel is stronger than the love I've ever felt for anyone – yes, even Bianca. Maybe it's something to do with being the older sibling, and feeling so much more protective (even though it's only by about six months).
Anyway, I love Hazel. She's the best little sister I could have ever asked for. She understands me better than anyone, and she always know what to say. She does all these little things that are so uniquely Hazel it's adorable.
For example, the other day Frank showed us his laptop, and Hazel's eyes just lit up like a Christmas tree. She was literally shining with amazement – and maybe envy. Speaking of Christmas, you should have seen how happy she was when we got her that camera. She spent the entire day sneaking up behind us and shouting "cheese!"
So endearingly annoying.
She's also the only person who I really feel challenged by when we play board games. Frank has introduced us to many new board games that have been made since we were ... Out of it.
That's another great thing about Hazel. She understands being confused by all the new technology and the new words people use, and the new attitude they have to life, to people of different sexual orientation, genders, races, and everything like that. She understands what it's like to feel that you can't ever fit into this time. But one thing poor Hazel has to realise that I never will is that now people of her colour have equal rights to everyone else. For example, when I was taking her to Camp Jupiter when we had got out of hell (a.k.a Dad's place), we had to travel by bus. She was already so amazed by all the new things she'd seen that she didn't even notice me paying, and moving to get on. When she did she me climb on, she smiled at me quickly and started walking the other way. I was very worried about her, of course, so watching her deliberately walk away was terrifying. I shouted her, got off the bus and grabbed her hand, pulling her back on. We sat down in the nearest available seats, and that's when I asked her why she had walked away. She said: 'I was going to get on the back way. My mum always said you had to be quick or they'd go without you'. I only realised after a few seconds what she meant. And then … I don't really know the words to describe what I felt. We had a very long and needed conversation about equal rights on the way to the camp, that's for sure.
Hazel never ceases to amaze me either. Like yesterday, when she used a sneaky trick to make me drop my sword in combat. No one has ever made me drop my sword before. Or when I found out, just two months ago, that she was actually a really strong swimmer. She can practically keep up with Percy – okay, she's not that good. But she did come second.
Anyway, I just wanted to talk about my lovely little sister and all the lovely things she does. Because today, I am feeling rather happy. And it's strange, but I like it.
You guys had a race without me? Aw, now I'm upset.
Shut up, go away and drop the book!
In that order :P?
… I really can't stand you sometimes.
I have returned!
Sorry I've been off so long, I had a lot of stuff to do. But now I'm back, and hopefully soon I can get a big new story I'm planning out (hopefully).
Flamingo