My sister...

...is so dumb.
Case 1: The chair
The chair.
When you fling open the main door to our apartment, the first thing you see is a nice, folded out chair with a white cushion on it, provided if you don't see the shoe rack first.
Then, you see the fish tank, and following in the fish tank direction, you see a white dining chair which isn't so convenient to reach and doesn't look half as comfertable.
Thing is, whenever my sister and I come home from a long day in school, we always see the cushioned chair first. That's where the problems start.
My grandmother, sick and tired of us squabbling over it, finally set down a rule:Whoever comes through the door first sits at the second chair.
Obviously, the both of us became gracious upon letting the other through the door first. Ocasionally when she forgotten, I would grab the chance and sit on the first (without cheating, I enter through the door next) chair.
Just now, she came in and put her big, flabby butt on the chair. And she came in first.
She acts... so, so...
I don't even know how to define her. Even if I manage to do that, it would definately not be a good word. I see the negative features of her. It's a bit hard to explain, but the sweet, cute child others see is a bossy, stubborn, spoiled brat.(And many more)
I can just see how my father and uncle would react now. Probably yelling at me for defining my sis in such a way.
But in school, we learn about integrity. Honesty. How can you bring yourself to lie about someone's personality? I see her this way, but I can't say it. Why? Because it's rude. Because it's rude, we cannot say what we think. Because it's rude, we are not honest. How many times have you actually been truthful? Ever had a critic you wanted to say but couldn't? It's not polite, social etiqutte is very important, which minus out integrity and honesty.
Freedom... should be erased from the dictionary. No one is free in this world. If that were true, chaos would regain. No law, no nothing. Only lawbreakers are free; free to do what they wish. Until they get caught, that is. But what I mean is there are certain boundaries you can't cross; not in real life, not on the net. Imagine if I spelled out the f-word online. This blog would be banned, I suppose.
Case 2: The walk
My father made another rule: Whenever we are walking with our grandmother, always walk beside her. Don't walk infront or anything.
Well, what did that spoiled little princess do, on one afternoon?
We were headed to 7 Eleven due to the fact that I had nothing for my afternoon tea. My sis wanted something to eat as well. "It 'snot fair!" she declared. Next thing we know, she was walking back, holding a packet of noodles. She marched forward, then even more forward.
I grabbed her bag and dragged her back.
"What?!"
She scowled at me and I glared right back. Then she marched to the lift lobby, head held high.
My grandmother proceeded to yell at me, which I responded with a stony look. I kept my mouth shut. People don't realise what a difficult position I'm in, listening to an order and keeping my temper. Because whatever it is, my sis always get the first privellages. I can't scream, shout(we're in public) or lose my temper with her. When I first did it, I got beaten bad enough to have enough sense not to try it again.
She waited at the lift entrance while I walked with my grandmother to the lift. When we got out, she again walked forward. I called her. Once. No reply. Then I raised my voice to a shout.
A series of "What!" coursed through me as my grandma and sis responded at the same time. I demanded of my sister if she had a problem. She walked alongside us for a while, then walked infront again. I did it again. So did my grandma. I finally told her that I was under my father's orders to walk with her. And that idoit wasn't helping by walking infront.
Sometimes I really don't know why me.