Getting to Her

Getting to HER
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She spilled apple juice all over my favorite sweater. It was expected!! What did I do? What was expected of me! Showed irritation, shouted a lot, screamed my head off till I was promised another Hello Kitty sweater and a couple of consolation Bob Dylan CDs. However all that was a sham! I was laughing my head off inside!!! Why? Because I know I’m getting to her! It’s a new feeling! I did not feel this happy when I had my first crush. Because that remained a crush, it didn’t materialize. But this feeling is sweetened by a serving of victory!!!
I am the younger of the two sisters at 17. She is 3 years older than me. She is the good looking one. I am the one with specs and short plain hair. She has the long curly hair (on which she spends more than an hour about three days a week!).She even has the bigger breasts. (I’m a 32B while she’s a 34C.) I am not unattractive, but she is simply better. It’s not like I’m the nerdy one (like Alex in Modern Family), who doesn’t care about fashion or clothes, and mocks the other person who tries to dress up. But (between you and me), she is again simply better at it! She has all the guys. It’s not that I have never had a boyfriend. I had one. But the guy was a goddamn nerd. I had to dump him. All he could talk about was video games and football. She has the hottest guy in her college as her boyfriend. She has had a similar track record in school, having dated the school band lead singer and the football captain. She most certainly isn’t a virgin. I can only dream and touch. And to top it all, I do not have the better grades even. In short, I’m the despised one. It should be amply clear by now how crappy my life was!! People, especially our parents, didn’t always have to compare us. I did that enough in my head. Yes, I got a whole 2 percent less than her in ICSE. And she isn’t a great student or anything. That wasn’t the end of the list. There was nothing better about me, except my bigger list of failures.
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