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A Frustrating Life of a Normal S³{Sister, Student, Schoolmate}

I sometimes wonder if cafeteria food destroy brain cells. Or make people daft. Or even make people die. Or maybe, cafeteria foods get nasty only to nasty sisters. Just like mine. 

  My sister, Joesephine Montena, is a live monster. She feeds on celery, carrots, and cabbage, which is a lame excuse for a diet. Also, she enjoys piercing her body. She practically begged mother to pierce her ears. Seriously, who is crazy enough to want their ears pierced? Except my sister of course. 

  Worst of all, she works as a Lunch Lady for my school. She only works part time - thank god - to pay her tuition fee of her art school, since my parents refuse to pay her. To be honest, my sister doesn't even have a bright side at art, but she insists to attend there.

  Well, much about my older sister. She'll kill me if she just knew the stuff I wrote about her, but she will never know! Or at least I hope she won't. 

  Oh - wait a minute. Was it Stephanie who called me just now calling me? Unlike her rather pretty name, Stephaine can only be described as two words: Spoiled Brat. It has some trustworthy reasons. First, Stephanie still believes that Santa is real. Now, what juvenile is that? But the funny part is here. She's afraid of Santa Claus! Well, it was my fault though that Stephaine got afraid of Santa Claus.

  It accured at a bad timing. I was real cranky about my english teacher because she assigned me to read King Lear and do a 10 page assignment of the book! I had no idea of doing it, because I hadn't read the book, and I was totally ticked off since it was due the next day. Then Stephaine came marching in and asked me to well, lend her 10 dollars. I of course did what I had to. I said no, and Stephaine threw a temper tantrom, right in my room! Seriously, that girl has some serious inner problems. She yelled that I was a bad sister and a bad kid, so Santa will never give me presents. She got on my nerves. At some point, I don't know what's more irritating, a little sister or the assignment. 

  Finally, I lost it and yelled, "So yeah! Santa isn't going to give me presents? Well, you know what? Santa locks the bad kids, especially the ones who throw a temper tantrom, in his massive sack and eats them one by one for breakfast, lunch, and dinner!" 

  And the funny part is that Stephaine really believed me. I assume that she knew herself was a spoiled brat and now whenever she has to go somewhere, she's afraid that Santa will appear from nowhere and eat her up! 

  To be honest, I'd be more than happy if he really did. But the bad part is here. My story spooked Stephaine out of her skull and now she refuse to go anywhere by herself, even to her own bedroom! Now I really wonder what's inside that girl.      Plus, I truely think I'd taught her an important lesson and did a good thing. She becomes a calm lamb when either my parents or I mention Santa. So my story really improved Stephaine's behavior.

  However, dispite my clever solution of Stephanie's everlasting tantrom, my parents made me accompany Stephaine whenever she's scared to go somewhere because they think I'm the source of her horror. Now, what parents does that to their children? Because of them, I'm Stephaine's back-and-call, which is really tiring!

  I was right just a minute there. Not about my parents, but about Stephaine calling me. She's calling me again! Well, I just wish it isn't about me abandoning her at school in order to play with my friends. But honestly, I think I deserve some break, don't I?