Finally I locked the safety, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.
My little sister Katie was so nosy about everything I did. Since she and I shared a room, I had absolutely no privacy whatsoever. She even read my diary once and told Billy Marshall that I liked him. I wanted to kill her for that.
Now that I’m thirteen, I begged Mom and Dad to let me have my own room in the basement den that Dad used to use for an office. They said okay and I quickly moved my stuff down there.
“Why do you have to move out, Megan? Don’t you like sharing a room with me?”
“No, I don’t, you twerp,” I growled at her as I pushed past her with a bookcase.
“But why? I thought we were best buds.” She followed behind me, almost in tears.
Just because she was two years younger, she thought she and I should be bosom buddies.
“I’m a teen now. I need my space,” I said but I could tell she didn’t get it.
“Are you having your period?” she asked. “Is that why you’re so crabby?”
“I’m crabby because you’re driving me insane!”
Several hours later, I got everything moved around the way I liked it. I made my bed and settled on the bed with my laptop, enjoying the peace and quiet. That is until Katie started pounding on the door.
“Go away, Katie,” I said.
“I miss you,” she said. “The room is too big without you.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I won’t ever get used to it,” she whined and I heard her start with the fake tears. She was good at those and could turn them on like a switch to get Mom and Dad’s sympathy.
“Go away, Katie. I’m warning you!” I cried in frustration.
“You must be having your period. Can’t I come in?”
“No, you can’t,” I said, glad that Dad had installed a lock down here. “Now go away if you value your life.”
Finally I locked the door, swearing that if she showed her face here today, my room would be the last one she ever entered.