Story Time; The Tale of an Older Sister

Story time one

Heyo and welcome back to my blog.

Most people think that being older means you’re in charge. But reality proves otherwise.

How do I know this? Becuase I’m am the oldest. And my siblings are always bossing me around. Especially my baby sister.

I’m going to share with how it’s like to be the oldest.

( if this is weird then I’m sorry. I was trying something new. So um yeah)

First of all little kids are cute and can get away with everything. Older kids come off to be moody. Becuase older kids don’t have the power of cuteness.

Little Kid: Mommy can I get a new toy? *gives you puppy dog eyes and smiles*

Mom: Awww of course sweetie.

Me: Mom can I please get a computer?

Mom: Not right now.

Me: But mom I need one!

Mom: We already got you an iPad mini. Plus we have tons of computers at home.

Me: I need my OWN SO I CAN BLOG IN PEACE WITHOUT MY SIBLINGS FORCING ME TO GET OFF!!!!!!

Mom: *does that mom frown that makes you want to melt*

Me: *feels kind of bad and embarrassed that I yelled in the middle of the store* You just don’t understand
Alright, another thing about being the oldest is that whenever you do something everyone else wants to do it too. ( Quick note, I will be calling my siblings A, E, and J)

Example

Me: Mommy can I use the computer?

Mom: Sure. Just make sure you don’t stay watch to many YouTube videos.

Me; Thanks! *starts to use computer*

J: Mommy how come Ava gets to use the computer?!

Mom: It’s J’s turn!

Me: * internally screams: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO*

J: *Comes over and smiles mischievously* Ava it’s my turn. Ava it’s my turn. * he keeps saying that over and over again*

Me: Wait I’m almost done saving my post!

J: *keeps repeating it*

2 minutes later my post I worked on for days is deleted.

That is a true story.  I’m crying right now. *takes a deep breath*

Even though being an older sister can be a little rough always remember that being an older sister is BOSS!

And if you’re not an older sister you are still Boss!

So yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed today’s post!


Did you enjoy this post? What’s your favorite thing and least favorite thing about being the oldest? 


The Brightest Firefly- A short Story

I stare at the stars, lying down on my blue sleeping bag.

The stars twinkle, as if they are twinkling just for me.

Goodnight” The sky whispers

“Goodnight” I breathe.

My baby sister, huddles next to me.

“Can we catch fireflies?” She asks me softly.

I nod, picking up the glass jar that sat next to me.

Fireflies fly all over the place, me and my sister chase them. Each time we catch one a big smile grows on my lips.

My sister and I run in the moonlight, full of joy and happiness.

My sisters eyes a big and bright one, She leaps and tries to catch it. I carefully lift her up so that she is within reach. We catch every one of them. Leaping high, towards the sky. Giggles and Laughter filling the air.

And we catch the brightest fireflies…

THE END