One of Those Fast Cliché Love Stories

I am the girl that gets everything but says that I never get anything. I say that my parents are stupid and don’t respect me, but they are really smart and do respect me enough to leave me alone. I act dumb when I’m really smart and could get all A’s if I tried. I get the boy every time, no matter what. That is the summary of my sister. Wonderful isn’t it?

My sister first figured out that she was better than me in every way when she won the heart of the boy that I liked in fifth grade. Even though she broke up with him like a week after they got together. I think she only went out with him only when she found out that, I liked him and that he was hot. I dislike her. Now that we are in high school (and she is the ruler of the school, along with her puppy A.K.A star football player boyfriend), she is even worse.

I just kind of stayed away from her, she is scary. In the morning without her make-up on and after she has make-up on, she is scary either way. In school, it’s more difficult because it seems like someone in the school can always manage to get in my way. When I am caught by her in school she grabs me with her death hands and drags me along with her to class talking about how great and wonderful she is or that she is so much better then me. That or she complains that I never wear good clothes like her or make-up and that my hair is so plain or something along those lines. She needs someone with her at all times.

Her boyfriend is just as bad. I could be walking along all innocent and suddenly this big football player is latched to me like a wet leaf. It hurts. One time he launched at me and I tried to dodge but that just kind of made him hit me in the face with his hand, which made me fall backwards and hit my head on a tree. Painful, what made it even better was that he had tried to help me up but just managed to step on my leg. I don’t know how he didn’t see my leg. I mean it was right there!

So how I figured it out is that, I’m a bad luck charm and everyone is out to get me. Though I think Joshua, (my sister’s boyfriend) is just trying to win my friendship so he can get closer to my sister or something. She uses that ‘Befriend my sister, you get my heart’ thing. All of Julie’s boyfriend’s seem to be annoying so I get annoyed at all times of the day. Julie (my sister) thinks that we are really close and tried to make me hang out with her but I end up making her cry when I don’t want too, then I get yelled at for being a bad sister and a horrible daughter (even though it has nothing to do with my parents). I get sent to my room and all that jazz.

So I’m a bad luck charm, everyone is out to get me, and my parents hate me. The list is growing.

“July,” my sister yelled from down the hall of our random school in the city. Yes, my name is July. Why anyone in the whole world would name their child that is beyond me but my parents may have done it just to have me made fun of or something. My sister got closer, her wonderfulness flowing into the hearts of everyone, but me. I hate her remember. My hate for her grows larger when it’s the morning and before school. It just works that way.

“July, sweetie,” the devil said getting closer to me, she grabbed my arms and pulled me in a hug that could crush banes. She acts like my aunt that hugs everyone as if she hasn’t seen him or her in five years. Her smell perfume burned my nose hairs. Oh good god, she smells like one of those girly stores that have those make-up and perfume counters that smell bad. That is what she smells like. That’s what her bathroom smells like too. My sister is a store counter. That is the only way to explain her smell.

She’s talking and I wasn’t even paying attention. I was to busy trying to picture her as a store counter. She would make a small one by the way. I’m not paying attention again.

“He is really nice and sweet. He is also smart, funny, and handsome. Handsomely hot since that is totally what he looks like,” Julie said, blinking a loot through out the whole, waving her hair around with her moving head.

“Who are we talking about again?” I asked her. She stared at me then let my arms go, when she was still holding tightly.

“Oh my god! There he is,” She whisper loudly to me, jumping up and down a bit. Some people around us looked at my sister like she was a psycho. Which she quite frankly is. She turned me around and pointed to the guy she was talking about. There he was, standing there, dressed in clothing. Nothing great. He had brown hair, I guess. He seems like he would a nice boyfriend for my sister. Maybe he won’t attack me at random.

“He is so good looking,” Julie said, “I’m thinking if I could set you two up…” she trailed off. Of course she did, I was glaring daggers at her. “You would be cute together,” she said fast, her eyes wide and staring at me.

“No we wouldn’t. In fact we hate each other,” I said. I don’t know him but if my sister is going to try and be match maker, I’ll lie. I’ll lie my head off. I’ll say that he ran over my puppy with his bike then laughed his little head off. I’m willing to make him the bad guy too.

“Oh, you don’t even know him,” she said placing her hands on her hips.

“I do too, and ran over… out dog this morning,” I said looking off to the side where he stood. Oh no! He is walking this way! Must think of something to get sister to go away and stay there!

“Your eye-liner is running,” I stated. She freaked and dashed off to the bathroom I sighed in relief and placed a hand over my heart.

“Excuse me,” Someone to the side of me said. I turned and saw that it was the guy!

Raising my eye brow I stared at him. If he thinks that I’m going to fall in love with his smile, he is sadly mistaken. “Do you know where the office is? I’m new here,” he questioned then stated. I nodded and told him. He smiled and waved his thanks and bye.

The bell ran and I hopped off to class.

“Hello class, we have a new student. His name is Jonathan Blair,” the teacher introduced so said new student. I looked up and saw him. Right there, that one guy, he just nodded to the class then took a seat down in an empty seat. Right in my line of fire… I mean sight. Class went on and I got gored and started to write random things down on a piece of paper. That’s about it. No love fire thing between me and that one guy. Nothing. Ha! In your face cliché love story!