J.. Being The Eldest
By hannahpeaseuk
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Being the Eldest...
Of three children. Thats me. I'm 14, and scapegoat for, well,
everything. If my brother can't find anything... I must have lost it!
He hates dance, well, obviously its my fault. My sister and brother get
picked on at school for being smart? Yep, thats my fault too
apparently.
You'd think the eldest has it easy. Bossing everyone round, teenage
strops, etc. You couldn't be more wrong... about me anyway.
Ok- teenage strops I do. Can I avoid it? No- I'm a teenager, hormones,
hello? Though the fact that every little thing can get my head ripped
off doesn't help me.
Me and my mum get on quite well, I guess. Though of late I'm prime
target. Drop a nuclear bomb on me, in the long run it would save
everyone time. By golly- do I get enough stick?
It's unfair. Watching my siblings grow up. They get things so much
different than what I did. My brother gets ?2.50 pocket money a week.
He's eight. When I was eight, I didn't even get pocket money! I think
it started when I was nine or ten... anyway, even then I only got
?1.50!
And, another injustice. NB: We are not spolit, neither rich. We all
have PCs in our rooms (me, my brother and sister). Thats three PCs,
plus the one for my mum and dad). And, my brother and sister both have
two game consoles in each room! (My sister: Nintendo, Playstation AND
Dancemat, my brother: Playstation and Dreamcast). I ask for a games
console for my room and the reply I get?
Flat out NO! No consideration, just 'No, you have a PC in your
room.'
God, no wonder I have teenage strops!
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I wrote this in five minutes, so excuse any bad spelling/grammar. All
of the above is true, just by the way. I'm just venting rage. :)
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