sibling rivalry - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
As soon as the chore list gets posted my sister buries herself in the textbooks that have lain unloved on the coffee table all morning. She has to get that math homework done right now or she'll fail, apparently. I fold my arms and look to Mom, surely she sees through this. Sarah cares as much about math as I do about ballet class. Twist, turn, fall, stretch, arc, ache. But instead Mom has this sappy grin and I can hear her thoughts fly right out of her otherwise empty head, "My precious first born is doing math, nothing could be more important." So I scowl as she reassigns all of Sarah's jobs to the rest of us. Well, I'm not having it this time. I don't care if Mom works from sunrise to sunset, if Sarah doesn't get off her fat ass neither will I. In seconds my butt is on the floor, my arms are folded tight. Screaming gets me in trouble, fast, so let's see what a silent protest will do. Mom is always on about how great peaceful civil disobedience is...
Tina wanted to dive in cleanly leaving no splash and cleave the water with powerful rhythmic strokes until she reached the other end. What happened in practice just never turned out that way. Spray flew outwards by several feet and her belly stung, then with flailing splashy strokes she slowly made progress down her lane. She knew kids her age were normally like this, but she wanted so much to be special, to outshine her sister the super-swimmer. With each attempt her frustration came closer to boiling point. She had to be perfect. She had to get this.
Allie was done saying I can't approach him, done with saying how messed up my red hair gets when I'm outside too long, and stealing my hair brush! This means war!