My youngest sister got a guitar for Christmas and she was learning how to play the guitar. She didn’t had a guitar pick and she was trying to play her guitar with her hands. I told her that my older sister had a guitar pick on her desk in her room. My younger sister told me to get the guitar pick so I stood up and went into my older sister’s room. I went to her desk and picked up the dark blue guitar pick on the desk. I returned to my younger sister and gave her the pick and then I went downstairs to the first floor to start cleaning up the play room that we had (the play room was a room in the back of our Pottstown house that was filled with games and toys for the younger brothers in my family).
My older sister called me upstairs onto the third floor and I quickly ran up to the third floor and my older sister was in the hallway of the third floor ( on the third floor of the house there are two bed rooms and in one room, my youngest sister and I shared that room. In the other room was my older sister’s room). My older sister asked me how did my youngest sister got the guitar pick that was on her desk. I told her that I took it from her desk and gave it to my youngest sister. My older sister went very close to my face that I could smell her breath and she started to dig her toe nails into my foot. My older sister told me that I was a piece of garbage that was suppose to be thrown away a long time ago and I am a huge disappointment in society. I was very hurt by her negative words and she was extremely digging her nails into my foot to the point I pushed her away from me. I ran down the stairs and my older sister told me to get the fuck back upstairs. I ignored her and I ran to the first floor and into the playroom. I stayed in the playroom until my father came home later that night from work.
The next morning, I was cleaning my little brother’s room and my older sister and my mother were talking in the bathroom. My older sister was lying to my mother about yesterday how I was in her room looking through her things when that wasn’t the case. My mother walked to the doorway of my little brother’s room and told me that if she was my older sister she would’ve thrown me down the stairs if I went into her room. My older sister walked by while smiling meanly to me behind my mother’s back.