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"Oh come on! Why should it always be this way?" was the sound in the world that I'd pay anything not to hear. As usual for the past three days, my sister Claidi was whining all day long, the only question was why she wouldn't stop whining. She was one of a hell an annoying person. It was one of her talents she was born with.

"Don't 'come' me miss." mom said after listening to her.

"Mom please, do we have to?" Claidi asked now between sobs as she took a deep sniff.

"Don't make it any harder as it is now Claidi-baba sweety." (that was the name my mom called her when she was mostly pampered).

"Don't call me that! It's really embarrassing and only my best friend calls me that." She said deliberately crying. I can understand how she felt. She was feeling lonely, on top of it, she doesn't really get along with people  very well. She was lucky she's gotten friends from where we are moving from. We were moving out and I always had to go through this dilemma every three years by now. 

My dad works on an oil company and every after three frigging years, they had us shift to different places. With Claidi's constant bickering on every three years, I had no ounce of energy in me to start arguing with her. You could say, with age, and that means when you start  growing older, you begin to talk less and think more. They say you become wise  but not for me, I wasn't wise at all, and that for sure I know.

I took a deep breathe because I was tired of this drama. This would go on and on forever and ever not until I could do something about it, so I intervened only to make the matter worse...of course I didn't know that....well let's just say I ain't the type of person to pamper kids.

"Can't you both cut it out already?" I asked throwing my hands in the air dramatically. I said aloud by this voice no worries even the earth would split into two.

"Mom, Claidi. You have been arguing for like two hours now. Can't you both quit it out? Am all hyper here trying to pack and listening all along your arguments."

By surprise, Claidi ran upstairs to her room and dug deep in her pillow crying. I rolled my eyes at my sister's doing because she looked like a rebellious teenager. My mom gestured me to follow her. I faked a smile .I ran after her, comforting wasn't at all my type but in that situation it was an exceptional since some rules are bound to be broken.

 My sister was all so emotional than I was. She was beautiful with deep blonde curls, brown eyes and was slim and slender. She had a petite body and she was full of curves when she was actually still on her early teens. She was those sassy girls who were totally opposite of me while she was all girly, I was all tomboy. Some people liked her best than me and others didn't want to be friends with her. Reason? ME !! They said I was a freak for a girl that I'd rather be a boy. This was the reason I'd never get along with her so well. She puts all the blame on me, always the blame on LIANA! I don't blame her though. She must feel utterly embarrassed to have me as a sister and I totally understand that.

I peeped in her room defensively,cautiously like those assassins  because I was frightened to deal with angry Claidi. She'd always be holding a vase and throw it at me whenever I'd scoot beside her, with the intention of comforting her. She also knew, the fact that I was never good at comforting to begin with. . She was a pro at throwing things at people when she's moody. Once I saw the coast was clear and she was harmless lying on the bed crying, I briskly walked inside but just when the moment she saw me, I froze. Those vicious eyes were familiar.... I have seen them before...

OH-OH what will she do this time?

Just as expected, she threw a vase at me which was lying beside her bed and said, "GO AWAY! Liana!"

I dodged it of course. She's predictable and am glad I did predict that or else I would be laying down half-dead, because my body couldn't take much of a punch since I am skinny! Really skinny.

   The vase was made out of plastic. well we had to take the initiatives of course since she's prone to throw things at people or break anything when she's all flared up.Generally, thank to me, I suggested that idea to my parents when we had moved in but things have changed, and we were moving out again. 

"Hey, whiny," I said apologetically. I tried to reason with her that maybe she will get better friends in Birmingham but then she reacted and flared up. That's Claidi for ya! The drama queen Claidi-baba

"I don't wanna leave, why can't dad just find a new job or something?" she asked me. How the hell would I know? But of course I can't tell her that, it will just add fuel to her fire which is am not sure I would be tolerating it for long.

"Well..this is our life, you don't see me complaining." I shrugged.

"This is not fair!" she retorted.

"Who said life's fair?" I rhetorically asked.

"I did." She replied. This was the part I didn't like about her, always stubborn. As she knows I can't control my rage for too long  so I managed to tell her to sleep.

"Go to sleep and forget about it."

"I don't wanna forget about it nor sleep. I can't."

"That's what you get for brooding over something like this. Now nighty nighty Claidi baba."

"Don't call me that." she said hysterically.

"O..kay calm down, I won't." I furrowed my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. 

She's lucky she got me consoling her. I never had anyone to console me  nor had anyone to reach out to me just like she had. I have always envied her, always adored how she could be the centre of attention and she wouldn't give a damn. I'd pay to be her. Ever had that feeling that you may have been found out on your parent's doorstep and that your parents then had taken you in but never told you that you weren't theirs? Well, I had that feeling for a very long time.

Then she started crying all over again, her nose red and her puffy eyes all swollen. Pouting her pink lips downward, she began to whimper yet  She was still pretty with her runny nose unlike me if you ask. 

"AAAAAA!" and the cries got even louder. She was testing my patience, that's for sure. I wasn't going to tolerate her whining, I had enough of drama in my life already, I couldn't add for more.

  No matter how sweet I tried to be around her she was so unlikable, so why bother?  

"You are pissing me off Claidi. Now go to bed immediately." Yelling at the top of my lungs, I clenched my fists. I was on the verge of slapping her. Am I the only one being selfless here? 

"I am on my bed Liana! And you don't understand me at all. Is it because you are friendless?" she pouted her lower lip as she sniffed deeply and wiping her tears as she squirmed on her bed observing my reaction.

Ouch

Exhaling deeply, I regained my composure. I guess that hit me direct at my heart. Especially when it comes from your only sibling, ey. Normally I just shrug and walk away. Calmly I sat next her, feeling the weight of the bed shifting and sinking. She watched me sitting as her gaze averted down. She knew she over did it and I could notice that as she bit her lower lip in utter embarrassment.

"Well, I did once upon a full moon since we travel every about three years. I don't see the reason to make friends. This is our life, get used to it," Feigning a smile, I ruffled her hair.

"You are lucky that we stayed in Futon for 2 years. You are still young and only thirteen. You will understand it someday." I sighed. Right then mom waltzed in and I gave one glare that if anyone knew me better would understand. As I strode off I heard mom say,

"It's not that bad sweetypie, you will get better friends there." she sat on the edge of the bed and Claidi rested her back on the headboard of the bed. She shook her head again and burst into tears as I rolled my eyes wishing that the dilemma could end anytime soon before I go brainsick and turn into a cave-woman. She flared up like a zombie from its grave.

"Not that bad!?" she scoffed and continued, "Am leaving my old best friend and going to a place I don't know and starting a new....." well the rest were just faint whispers of them rowing because I was gone and was heading to my room which was on the other side of the house. MY PRIVATE ROOM! HERE I COME!I am infatuated with my room because barely there is anyone coming over except my mom of course who wakes me up in the morning.

When I reached my room, I went straight to the mirror and looked at myself. There in the mirror stood a girl who never put make-up on (gross!!!), who had a natural blonde hair but always dyed it black wearing her great/best T-shirt punk rock and a skeleton picture on it by brief she was no more than a boy. "oh well, if people would like me, they should like me for who I am and not otherwise." I said 

As I laid on my bed, It then finally ticked me that I hadn't called Ian. I shoved my hand in my pocket to grab my phone to find fifty messages from...Ian of course and twenty missed calls. I didn't bother reading his messages; it's probably filled with excuse why he did that and all. I didn't hold him in contempt. I understand completely. It was really hard for me as it is for him to be with me ..I guess. not that am complaining that we had a 'thing', its unlikely for a guy who's a Jock and a major popular guy likes me? who would want be with a gross Gothic person like me? its been a year since we were together. Mind that 'WERE'. I have been waiting for a reason to break -up with him because I don't deserve him, he deserved better. He was completely flawless and for every reason he made me look special.

But I was a completely a different girl. Normally girls would choose not to call and ignore calls and cuss him or they would just never speak with them but I couldn't. He meant a lot to me and I didn't want a stupid mistake he did tarnish our thing...not relationship of course..I am over it. Our childhood friendship costs a lot and I would do anything to protect it. Of course I couldn't protect our relationship but I wouldn't afford to tarnish our friendship as well. I cant handle to lose two things at the same time.

I dialed his number and his picture appeared on the screen smiling at me, his cute dimples, and silky black hair...but I won't cry. That's what I thought but I did for the entire week like a crazy teenage girl in love. I was pretty vulnerable inside but I wouldn't want anyone to know that or get the impression to tease me as it gets to me.

"hello, Ian M'cregan speaking." his soft voice rang in my ears and it brought chill down my spine.

I sighed and and said to myself...

Here goes nothing.

Hello readers!!! This is a story which my sister and I came up with when we were 13. Although my sister said I should have the glory but credit goes to her. She wantsto stay anonymous though lol. Its not like it will get famous, will it? buch glad to know what u think. Its just the first chapter, I will keep updating. pleaseeee tell me what u guys think!! i know (sigh) i suck..in writing stories but i like to...for fun so i would like all of u to share ur personal thoughts with me and i am friendly..u can follow me and we could be friends. i love getting to know people. ciao.....

AND btw, arent u guys curious to what mistake did Ian commit to jeopardize the whole relationship they had??? u will find that later, stay tuned.

constructive critiques are welcomed as well to make my story better ^_^ since eng is not my first language.