She’s a b.i.t.ch, a lair, and a c.u.n.t?

Okay, so here me out. I have a sister who is 18 months apart from me, and she is such a stool pigeon. Imagine being on watch 24/7 all day, and all night hounding me about what I’m doing trying to get me to slip up, and do something wrong. My mom is always like, "she’s the ”baby’ (WTF at 12 you are not a baby!) and my mom always listens to her more than me, and believes her more than me. And she’s always lying on me. And even when I’m singing a song, and I swear a bit, there she is recording me without me even knowing it, or when i’m yelling at her, and I call her something like: Stupid, ugly, or fat. She records me, without me even really knowing. And then she says something like, "Ha ha you fat dummy, that’s why I got you on record. Your stupid." She says all these rude things, and she never seems to get in trouble! Even when my moms around she’ll say, "You’re stupid," or "You’re fat." And my mom just brushes it off, but I say, "You’re dumb." And my mom is ready to lunge down my throat with a lecture.
And even my dad (who is divorced from my mom, and is an alcoholic) treats her better than me. one day, she just up and decided she wanted a 500$ IPad, and he was ready to get it for her, and then I ask for one 20$ game, and he was like, "It’s not always about you Taylor! You know what, I don’t even want to do this anymore." And he was even drinking then! I was so pissed, I’m always treated like the bald headed step child.

So, today, while my mom was at work, I thought it’d be nice to clean up the house for her. So I started with the kitchen, and my sister got mad because it was her week for kitchen duty. But, it was 12:55 p.m when I started, and my mom gets home from work at 3:30p.m or 4:00p.m (depending on traffic), and I knew due to my sister’s laziness, I knew my mom would go postal on us for not having our jobs done (mine being bathroom duty).
So I started washing the dishes, and my sister was like: "I’m kitchen duty, stop!"
And I then said, "I like my dishes clean, with no food bits left on them. You don’t really know how to wash dishes." Which is true, anytime she washes dishes she doesn’t do it thoroughly, or she puts them in the dish washer, and leaves them in there for a week, so when it’s my turn on kitchen duty I have to take ALL of them out, and do the additional dishes in the sink!
And she didn’t protest, and she walked away to watch Jerseylicious. *shutters* I hate the f.u.c.king show.

Anyways, I’m nearly finished and I’ve completed:

*Sweeping the floor
*Washing every dish, and drying them, and putting them away
*Cleaning the counter top
*Cleaning the refrigerator
*Cleaning the table

and then I was finally going to finish it all off, and be done by putting a pot of tea on the stove for my mom, and mop the floor, and my sister was like: "I know why you’re doing all of this, you want brownie points from mom! Well that’s not going to work, I’m going to help to." and she deviously grins, as she walks across the freshly mopped floor! I begged her nicely to stop, and she kept going, and she was going to cook with her dirty shoes on in the clean kitchen.
She left the kitchen, and said, "Then I’m going to mop the bathroom." (she thought that after she slacked off all day, she could come back in the end and do something minor, and get some type of credit she’s such a loser)

And she knew that was my next destination, and she saw me cleaning in there, and she started mopping before I could sweep! So I say, "Don’t do that, you know you have to sweep first!" And she smiles at me deviously, and says, "Oops, I didn’t know."

So she goes back in the wet/drying kitchen, and started walking around, and going into the refrigerator, to start dinner.

So, I called my mom, and told her my sister was trying to ruin everything! And my mom was like: "let me speak to her,"
And she said, "She’s trying to do everything, and get all the credit! She’s already cooking dinner, she has a pot of rice on the stove, and I want to make the orange chicken! She’s trying not to let me help!"

And I was shouting in the background: "You’re a lair! You know that was a pot of tea." (also, need I remind you my sister is a compulsive lair, and is always making up lies) And then my mom started yelling at me! I get in trouble when I’m trying to help! So she said we both have to stay in our rooms, and not come out until she comes home, so she could figure out how to punish us.

And also, she’s so fake! Anytime she tells on me, she thinks she could come back to me, and be my friend, and come and chat with me in my room, and watch TV with me, like WTF? You can’

Hello all! This afternoon I asked a question about whether I was being petty, my GF was being petty, or what, and I got some great responses. Long story short, I feel like I bend over backwards for my GF of 5 years and I feel like I’m being taken for granted. I get really put off by this, so I shut down and ignore her. As a result, she feels the same way about me. Here is the previous question….

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AiyitHAMcxiJfk2aQ302C6_sy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090214073053AASea0f

Anyhow, at dinner tonight I got a perfect example of what is frustrating me… Another couple and us went to a busy restaurant for dinner. There was a wait, and I could tell the girls were getting annoyed by it, so I stayed close but watched the bar like a hawk to grab us some seats during the interim. After a good 20 minutes, 2 chairs open up so I rush over to get them. I had to argue with another guy to get the chair, but I got it! Woohoo! So I invited the ladies over for a seat. My friend’s GF smiled, said thank you and sat down. My GF did not… She didn’t even want to sit. She just leaned against the back and said she was fine. She’d been complaining about being tired of standing, then I get her a seat and she doesn’t want to sit! I ended up giving it to some random guy. It took effort to watch out for her comfort, then she just brushes it off. Well this is what I am talking about… I know in the big scheme of things this is a really petty thing, but it happens a lot… It builds up, day after day, week after week, year after year.

Can the buildup of petty stuff mean it’s time to call it quits?
Actually, we’ve talked about it several times, but nothing changes. Now, it’s gotten to the point where she feels I’m being too picky and says she feels she can’t do anything right to make me happy.

I keep telling her, "Just let me be a man. Let me help you even when you don’t need help, and remember we’re on the same team!" She apologizes, then forgets by the next week and we’re back to square one.

My mother clasped her hands together, “Well,” she walked over to the where I was seated and sat down at the stool next to me running her hands through my hair.I shifted uncomfortably away from her resenting the fact she had touched me. My father gave me a stern look and I just rolled my eyes in protest.

“Do you remember Joyce Maude down at the country club?” Her smiled never left her face which was really starting to creep me out.

This piqued my curiosity, “You mean the really mean woman who smells like cat food all of the time and never brushes her teeth?” My lips curled with disgust.

My father gripped the edge of the counter his knuckles baring white and said with a haughty tone, “Charlene, I don’t want to ever hear you say that again, okay, Mrs. Maude is a good person with a good heart who helps out in the community.”

I rolled my eyes, “Well it’s true,” I blurted out. “She never brushes her teeth and she always smells like cats!” I shuddered with horror.

I continued, “And she is really mean, remember the last time we were at the country club and you were playing in the golf tourney with Mr. Ripperton?”

My mother was glancing back and forth between the two of us smile beginning to fade when my father said, “Yes, I do, and she made sure that all of the money that was included into the tournament was to be donated to various charities.”
I grunted and mumbled under my breath, “She also made sure you faulted on the last hole with all of her excessive coughing when it was your turn to putt,” blood still boiling with anger as I remembered my father’s saddened expression that day while Mr. Ripperton celebrated yet another Ocean Shores Tourney Victory.

“She was also sick that day with the flu,” my father said with reassurance. “Yet, she still managed to show up and give support to the otherwise—“

“It was her husband!”

His eyebrows raised then he continued, “Charlene Dawson I would have expected more empathy from you.”

I stared down at the kitchen counter, cheeks burning with frustration.

My father softened his gaze and said in a quiet tone, “Mrs. Maude is a very fragile and sick old lady and she does everything she can to make sure that people in disadvantaged neighborhoods are given food to eat, money, clothes, and a multitude of other things they may need so they may live a better life. I do not know anybody else who does more for the community than Mrs. Maude.”

He paused while my mother repositioned herself in her stool.

He continued, “If there is any one person on this planet whom I look up to the most it is definitely Mrs. Maude. I only hope to be half the person she is.”

He let the last few words bury themselves in the eeriness of silence.

There was a long pause.

My mother glanced at both us and when she was sure our conversation had subsided she spoke, “Anyway, Mrs. Maude told me that she was in search of a few good enthusiastic young teenagers who were job-hunting this summer and I recommended Charlene to take up the position as one of the care-givers.”

I sat still with bated breath and brushed my bangs out of my eyes.

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Basically, I am moving really slow through my novel. I am introducing my characters first, so the action hasn’t really happened yet and wont’t til about 65 percent of the story is finished. Do you think I should implement more action scenes at an earlier time or is this fine?

Also, whaty do you think of this excerpt anyway?

18 male=]

I know I have a lot of years still ahead of me to grow and improve so I am taking my time with this writing thing and doing my best. This is actually the first novel I have ever begun to or plan on finishing to write. Based off of real people with slight characteristic tweaks=]

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