My middle sister, Jo(elle) is home from college. She's 20, and went to college solely for her MRS. degree. She is constantly rubbing it in my face that she's in school and I never went. She's my polar opposite in every way, physically and personality wise. If you like me you won't like her and vise versa. She's rail thin (As Matt says she's jealous of the altar boys' curves), and I'm well I'm not
 She's very uptight, and ditzy and I'm laid back and intelligent. (I just play a bimbo on TV
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ANYWAYS first time I see her is at their church's Christmas Cantata(Sunday). First thing she does is make comment about my shoes (4 inch high strappy Stilettos) and about how they aren't suitable to wear out in public. My baby sister, Samara (She's 8, and the only member of my family that acutally likes me) pipes up that Jo is just jealous because if she wore those shoes she'd fall flat on her face. Jo then makes an issue about my skirt length/tightness and how it isn't proper. I told her it was this or I go in naked.Â
Oh I forgot, the day before, when she flew home (Saturday) she calls me to talk. Fine whatever. We make nice nice talk and she mentions that she's sad because her friend's brother just gradutated and they won't be able to use his truck anymore. I say "Oh Jo, guess what Matt just got a new truck." She's quiet for a sec and she says "But this is a NICE truck." Mind you she doesn't know WHAT kind of truck Matt has. It happens to be a 2006 Silverado Extended cab with all the buttons, and he's getting the DVD players put in the back of the head rests in a few weeks. But just the tone of voice she said it..... GRRRRRRRRR She goes on to say that it's a F-150 and blah blah and I say "Well Matt's truck is way better than that!" (Yes I know I'm not 5 years old, SHUT UP) I go on to explain how awesome the truck is and she cuts me short to talk about how she's going to donate her hair when she gets up here. Honest to God I didn't think her hair was long enough, and I said so. She gets all defensive and says "Ang, it's down to the middle of my back!" I was just screwing around and I said "Oh YEAH!?!?!?! Well mine's to my butt!" (Matt screamed out LIAR, but I don't think she heard him. She also didn't hear him when he was saying things like "My brain is bleeding. Make her stop talking!"). She then went on a tirade about me having to turn everything into a competition, totally ignoring my cries that I was just joking.
Anyways. Today. The final straw. I've been baking all day for Matt's coworkers' Christmas baskets. Fudge, Bread, chocolate chip cookies, ect. Spent a ton of money on ingredients, but I want it all to be perfect. However, knowing my family, I set aside stuff that they can have. Well Jo and Fram (Grandmother) come in from shopping. I have just cleaned all the stuff and put it away so I could have a break, and the cookies are cooling on the rack. I inform them that the fudge for the family is on the table, and Jo says "I want a cookie" and reaches for it. I grab her hand and said "Not those. The family cookeis are in the cookie jar." I go get the jar and open it and put it on the counter (Smiling, because I really do try to be nice to her) She pulls a cookie out and says "I don't want this one, I want a warm one." puts the cookie jar cookie on the cooling rack and picks up a fresh one. I said "NO JO! THOSE AREN'T FOR YOU!" She eats it anyways.Â
I flip out. I'm SCREAMING at her. "WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?!?!?!" Fram is telling me to calm down, it's not a big deal. I said "No because Jo did it its OK. She can do no wrong." Jo says "Besides it's not like you paid for the ingredients!" I say "YEAH! I DID!"and stomp up the stairs (Again like a 5 year old) swearing the whole way, listening to Jo comment about what a drama queen I am.
I went downstairs to get the phone after she left and apologized to my grandmother for yelling. She said "Well there's no reason for it." Me, (Being a TOTAL idiot) thought that she was saying there was no reason for me to apologize. The was cleared up when she said "It was just a cookie." I tried to explain that I said no and she took the cookie anyways. Fram says "But she wanted a warm one, you just take one from the jar and put it in the basket."Â
I then stomped upstairs and cried. I'm still crying. It's stupid and it's petty and I hate her so much. I HATE that she has this control over me. I hate that even though I know I'm infinitely cooler and prettier and better than her, she still makes me feel like the dirt beneath her shoe. I hate that everyone else sees her as the pinnacle of Christian perfection, and that I'm the black sheep they'd rather not avow knowledge of. Yes it was just a cookie but it was MY COOKIE DAMMIT!Â