Badder Than The Bad Girl [Being Published]

One: My Sister, the Devil's Spawn

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"Ari! I'm coming in." The handle on my bedroom jiggled back and forth until my amazing sister, Hailee barged in, panting.

Kidding of course. Calling her a two faced skank is an understatement.

"You could have at least waited for me to say yes, you know." I scoffed accusingly.

She ignored me and continued her inhumane ways.

"Yeah, yeah." She scanned the room and then narrowed her eyes at me.

"Where did you put my red dress you little thief?" She asked.

Inside, I laughed at this. As if I would take her junk. I'd like to uphold a clean reputation, thank you very much.

"Matter of fact sis, I did not take it." I stared back at my computer screen, my fingers aching from typing an essay due in like... 2 weeks.

She scoffed, waiting for me to say something else. A brief pause happened between the two of us, and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After I kept my eyes locked on my work, she balled her fists. 'Here we go again,' I thought.

"You're lying!"

"Am not! Why would I want your skimpy shit anyways?" I retorted.

Yep, that went from 1 to 10 real quick. Arguments always do with Hailee.

"Maybe cause you wish you had nice shit!" She yelped back at me. I felt my anger boiling to the surface of my skin.

"I do, but I don't look like a whore while I'm doing it!" She widened her eyes at this and her cheeks turned a light crimson.

"You're such a-"

"Girls! What is going on here?" A low gruff voice asked. We turned our head in unison to see our father. All of a sudden, Hailee's face turned calm.

"Daddy, she won't give me back my dress, and I know she took it! I know!"

My father turned his attention to me: the least favorite of his two daughters, though I had no idea why he liked her better.

His thinking could not have been even solved with an equation.

I gawked at this, cracking my knuckles.

"Come at me Ari! Punch me with your tiny hands!" She gestured her middle finger at me and snickered at my pathetic attempt.

My dad was oblivious to this and kept his eyes locked on me. God, he was as blind as a bat.

I stepped forward to give her a stern smack on the cheek, when my dad put out his arms to separate us.

"Ari, how about you go to the bathroom and freshen up?" My dad suggested. He sucked in his cheeks, and gave me a fake smile.

I gapped at this, tears forming at the corner of my eyes.

I felt like the scum of the earth, and said what I wanted to say to him for a long time.

"Why can't you see her for the person she is?"

I stomped out of my room, and practically ran into the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, and let out an ear piercing scream.

But before I continue this story, let me tell you about my life: the never-ending hell.

What's the reason as to why my life is trash?