Story Time; The Tale of an Older Sister

Story time one

Heyo and welcome back to my blog.

Most people think that being older means you’re in charge. But reality proves otherwise.

How do I know this? Becuase I’m am the oldest. And my siblings are always bossing me around. Especially my baby sister.

I’m going to share with how it’s like to be the oldest.

( if this is weird then I’m sorry. I was trying something new. So um yeah)

First of all little kids are cute and can get away with everything. Older kids come off to be moody. Becuase older kids don’t have the power of cuteness.

Little Kid: Mommy can I get a new toy? *gives you puppy dog eyes and smiles*

Mom: Awww of course sweetie.

Me: Mom can I please get a computer?

Mom: Not right now.

Me: But mom I need one!

Mom: We already got you an iPad mini. Plus we have tons of computers at home.

Me: I need my OWN SO I CAN BLOG IN PEACE WITHOUT MY SIBLINGS FORCING ME TO GET OFF!!!!!!

Mom: *does that mom frown that makes you want to melt*

Me: *feels kind of bad and embarrassed that I yelled in the middle of the store* You just don’t understand
Alright, another thing about being the oldest is that whenever you do something everyone else wants to do it too. ( Quick note, I will be calling my siblings A, E, and J)

Example

Me: Mommy can I use the computer?

Mom: Sure. Just make sure you don’t stay watch to many YouTube videos.

Me; Thanks! *starts to use computer*

J: Mommy how come Ava gets to use the computer?!

Mom: It’s J’s turn!

Me: * internally screams: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

J: *Comes over and smiles mischievously* Ava it’s my turn. Ava it’s my turn. * he keeps saying that over and over again*

Me: Wait I’m almost done saving my post!

J: *keeps repeating it*

2 minutes later my post I worked on for days is deleted.

That is a true story.  I’m crying right now. *takes a deep breath*

Even though being an older sister can be a little rough always remember that being an older sister is BOSS!

And if you’re not an older sister you are still Boss!

So yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed today’s post!


Did you enjoy this post? What’s your favorite thing and least favorite thing about being the oldest? 


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The Abandoned Libary

Dearest Anges,

Today was a very strange day. It all started with the daily walk to the library. You know, that small little library that is downtown? My little brother, Everett, begged to come with me. Mother allowed him to come with me. The whole walk was frantic. Everett acted like an untrained dog. Chasing everything within reach, running into people, sticking his tongue out and panting like a beast. It was mortifying Anges. He did it the whole time. Children were laughing, especially the boys and young men. It was so embarrassing being the center of attention like that- and the more they laughed, the more Everett acted up. So I tried the only thing that would work, It should’ve worked.

“Won’t you boys be a dearie and stop laughing? My brother acts up even more when he gets attention, especially laughter!”

They laughed again saying things like, “Yes Mother” and “Mean Mommy”

I glared at them and kept walking, dragging little Everett down the street. I reckon we might even be in the newspaper, what a disgrace that little boy has cast upon us. We were almost at the library, soon the laughter would stop-once we got inside to be exact. Little Everett ran into the library, I raced in after him, not noticing it was closed. The Library was dark and quiet, I couldn’t see Everett anywhere.                                                       “Everett!” I shouted into the silence. No one answered. I shouted again. No answer. My heart beat. Faster. Faster. Faster.                                                                                                          “Hello!” My voice echoed into the darkness. My little brother was gone, lost. Oh, Anges, I was so scared, I had thought my brother had disappeared, but he was right behind me.

I held him and carried him out of the abandoned library. I think I want to go there again! I mustn’t let Mother know, and I mustn’t let Everett come. Oh Anges, I wish you could come into the library with me! Well, I have to go now, Mother wants me to help her make dinner. Have a pleasant day, and don’t forget to right back.

Your Loyal friend,

Esme Blythe

 

History- a poem

I can fly,

when I close my eyes.

Let go of the past,

and fly through all my memories.

Every moment is a story,

part of my history.

It all is a mystery.

Her story,

His story.

It’s all a mystery.

I fly through all my memories,

dream in the future,

dream in the past.

It’s my story,

it’s my history.

 

 

Lost Girl

//I am a lost girl,

lost in dreams.

I am always drifting away,

in dreams.

Every minute is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

in my deep, deep thoughts.

Becuase I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams.

Floating away,

inside my mind.

Every second is a story,

Everywhere I look.

I wander,

In my deep, deep thoughts.

I fall,

fall,

fall

fall.

Deeper,

Deeper.

I am a lost girl,

Lost in dreams…//

 

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