As I hopefully made clear I had a very conflicted relationship with
my sister. I really wanted her to love and like me or at least be
nice to me and she was at best indifferent to my existence. If she
thought I could benefit her in some way she would turn on the syrupy
sweet and kind act and then turn on me or just ignore me when she got
what she wanted. She was a year older and in the same school as me
but I almost never saw her and we never hung out as she was ashamed
of me. I was in a mixed grade art class and sat next to a kid who was
named Chance and when were were shading a volley ball on a tin can he
mentioned that he knew my sister. I said, in the way brothers
sometimes will, 'I am sorry.' Well, I guess he more than knew her, he
was one of her good friends and he ratted me out as soon as we were
out of the class. My sister found me in the hall and grabbed an
slapped me. She closed in close to me and was asking if I was sorry
that everyone knew her or just Chance. I was embarrassed because she
was assaulting me in the hall and lots of people were stopping to
watch. I told her I was just kidding around when I told Chance that.
She told me stuff like this was why she hated me. Noted. Now let me
go so I can start trying to live down the shame of having my butt
kicked by my sister in the hall of the school where I was just
starting to get some social traction. She slapped me again and walked
off with her fiends and I sheepishly gathered my stuff and headed to
my class trying not to make eye contact with anyone. A couple of
people asked were trying to ask me who that girl was and what
happened but I just wanted for it to be over and get to class. I
think I should have not been sorry that Chance knew my sister, I
should have been sorry that I knew my sister.
