Why My Sister’s A Wicked Cheerleader

I was going to do a ghost or a short movie post but my sister really did it big time tonight so I thought I’d post this instead.

I took a taxi to Bigs house, we went to Pizza Hut and into Tesco for some munchies and a DVD.  While there I got a text from an unfamiliar number asking what DVD I was buying.  I tried calling the number, no answer.  I thought of my sister right away because she was going shopping but usually goes to the Asda near her house and I figured if she was going to Coatbridge she might have given me a lift and saved me the taxi fare.  

I went through all my relatives with mobile phones until I called her to ask if it was her husband, my brother-in-law who was in Coatbridge but she denied the whole thing pretending to be home.  She eventually admitted it as a huge practical joke perpetrated by herself.  At first I brushed it off but the more I thought about it, the more it bugged me.  I hated high school, I had a rotten, horrible, bullied and picked on time at high school.  But you think you escape it and thats it, no more mean pranks, especially not from your ‘cheerleader’ sis who had a great time torturing geeks and being oh-so popular during her school years.

This is the girl who taunted me for not knowing what the word ‘nonce’ means.  I’d never heard it before until ‘Life on Mars’ and in that context it basically means ‘ponce’.  Apparently modern day police programmes (that I’d rather stick hot pokers in my eye than watch) make ‘nonce’ something more sinister.  Now, in my books, if it’s not in the dictionary it’s not a word so is therefore irrelevant if I know what it means or not.  Making fun of someone who doesn’t know what a made up pop cultural word is reminiscent of stupid girls in the playground having a go at those who don’t know what certain ‘bad’ words mean.

Anyway, I get in tonight and Dad thinks what she did was great and how him and her are ‘one of a kind’, too quick for the likes of me.  That’s where he’s wrong, it’s not about being quick or being funny.  If I saw her first, the thought of doing what she did wouldn’t even occur to me, I would have (like any NORMAL person) went up and said hi and perhaps got a helpful lift back to my boyfriend’s house.  I would not have skulked about a supermarket hiding around shelves while making her look like an idiot in front of her husband.

Making an arse of me is one thing, doing to me in front of Big is just unfair and sent me right back to being that geeky little undesirable schoolgirl used to being picked on!

Thanks Big sis, you really screwed me over good, hope you got your chuckles worth.

~ by anhara on April 29, 2008.