Her Life Is Worse

'My life is worse than yours!' groaned Georgina.
'Yeah, right. I've not just got one brother, I've got two maniacs that
I don't want to say I'm related to!' replied Sarah.
'What about me? My parents are divorced!' cried Harriet.
'So are mine, so I've got to have the worse life,' hissed Georgina
smugly. Rosy just watched. The other three didn't know what to do with
the game any more. Rosy's life was worse, to ignore her would avoid
talking about it, or aggrivate her, but talking to her about it would
upset her. But Rosy now wanted to talk. They had no choice but to
listen.
'My brother just had a kidney transplant. My dad smokes something
illegal. My mum found cigarette packets in my sister's school bag. And
we're poor. Dirt poor, and you know that - and I'm so skinny I'm nearly
anorexic. I don't get on with the teacher -'
Georgina cruelly started to laugh, 'We all don't get on with the
teacher!'
'Yeah - I guess...'
'And God, I'm skinnier than you...'
'No way, look at my ribs!'
'Mine jut out!'
'Not as much as mine...' and so it began again.