A Life Under Courtney(Megan) I didn't really have a choice. When Courtney decides something, it gets decided, and it stays that way. What could I do? Nothing. Nothing at all. So that's why I'm stuck here, outside the movie theater waiting for her when I could be at home reading or doing something fun. But no, my stupid older sister got her car privileges taken away, leaving me to be her personal chauffeur. Just wonderful, isn't it?
It's already 9:30 and the movie was supposed to end at 9:15. Where is she? Probably in the lobby, laughing with her friends. Stupid Courtney...I should just drive off and leave her here. But I can't, then I'd get in trouble. The odds are against me.
I sigh and turn on the radio. The clock says 9:32. I almost start the car, when I see her walk out.
"Finally, could you take any longer? I was thinking about leaving without you," I said as she climbed in.
"But you wouldn't do that, now would you?" Courtney said, smiling her 'you wouldn't dare or I'll have Daddy on you' smile.
"Of course not," I said, smiling sarcastically. I start the car and we drive off. Courtney pus her polished feet on the dashboard, chewing her gum loudly. Typical teen.
"Could you not do that? I don't need your toe fungus all over my car."
"I do not have toe fungus!" she snapped. "Besides, I just polished them, and they look better than your car."
That's it. I pull over and stop on the side of the road.
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out!" I say. "You can insult me all you want but Buggy is another story!"
"You named it?" she said, laughing.
"Get out!"
"You wouldn't," Courtney said. "Little Connie would never-"
"Little Connie isn't little. Little Connie has her own life, her own car, and doesn't have to take you anywhere! Get out!" I said, cutting her off.
"Fine," Courtney said, getting out of the car. "Just wait until I get to tell Daddy."
"You won't get the chance," I said smugly, closing the door. She gave me a horrified look as I drove away. I was feeling pretty good about myself, standing up to her like that. But I wasn't feeling it when I realized I would have to explain what happened.
I didn't have time to think, because I was home. I walked into the house, and there was my mom.
"Where's Courtney?" she asked. I was kind of mad. There was no 'Hi Connie, how are you? Where's Courtney?'.
"I could care less, Mom. Sorry, but if no one cares about me, then I don't care where she is. I just dropped her off on the side of the road. She'll be here when she gets here," I said, and stomped up the stairs.

About fifteen minutes after I arrive home, I heard the slam of the door. five...four...three...two...one...
"Connie! Can you come down here please?" my mom yells up the stairs.
"Right on time," I mutter as I climb off my bed. "Coming!"
I walk down the stairs and there's Courtney...looking more ragged then when I left her. The bottom of her jeans are covered in mud and her hair is a mess. The girl even smudged her make-up for the full affect.
"You have got to be kidding me! Mom, I only dropped her off a mile away! There is no way she got that bruised up in one mile," I complained. "She's quite the actress."
"That hurts me Connie," Courtney said, lifting her hand to heart. "Oh, ouch!" she said, grabbing her "bruised" elbow.
"Oh, suck it up you faker!" I spat.
"Connie! Now, no matter what the situation or story," my mom said, looking at Courtney, "this shouldn't have happened. Courtney, you need to be nice to your sister. She doesn't have to take you anywhere. And Connie, be polite."
I was genuinely surprised. My mom is actually partly siding with me! All I got was 'be polite' and Courtney got half a speech! This is definitely my day.
After my mom left, Courtney whipped around to look at me.
"You won't get off that easy," she hissed. "Just wait till Daddy gets home."
"Ooh, I'm so scared," I said sarcastically. Courtney just gave me a look and huffed off, muttering something about ruining her jeans for nothing.
"Serves her right," I said to myself as I walked back to my room. "Daddy can't do everything, and I've got Mom on my side."

To be continued...

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