My sister had taken one of my stuffed animals, and I was not too excited about it to say the least. At first, I led with a soft approach (something I’m not really known for), and politely said, “Erin, can I have my stuffed animal back?” She then responded, “No, I’m playing with it right now. You can have it back after.” This sent me through the roof. I barged into my sister’s roof and grabbed one of her stuffed animals, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door. Up until this point I was just extremely satisfied with the idea that I had gotten back at her. But, a thought crept into my mind. What if I one up her I thought to myself. With emotions high, and maybe not the clearest thinking in my head, I threw my sister’s stuffed animal in the toilet and proceeded to urinate on it. I could hear pounding on the bathroom door, as well as my mother and sister both screaming, “COME OUT NOW!” Once I was finished I frantically rushed out the door and was met by both frustrated individuals. My sister was horrified with what I had done to her prized possession, and my mother of course gave me a fitting punishment. The place of occurrence (my home) lead to the worst possible outcome, parents finding out… Secondly, while my parents have always been more likely to believe my sister, I feel there was little to no bias here. I mean after all, I did take it to the next level. Finally, my …show more content…
This fight had occurred in multiple places, and took place over a considerable amount of time. My sister has always attempted to be a sort of second mother to me. But, I will admit sometimes it 's in my best interests to be reminded what I should be and shouldn’t be doing. It was my freshman year of high school, and my sisters junior year. She felt as though she knew all the ins and outs of life, how to deal with school, as well as basically everything. I was having a bit of trouble in my freshman advanced English course (my teacher was hated by everyone at the school for her tough grading, but I was not applying myself). My sister took it unto herself to remind me in a very commanding way to, “Make sure pick up your grade, there 's no reason why you can’t do it.” I do not really appreciate my parents addressing me on a subject such as this, so this set me off. I then said to her, “Worry about yourself Erin. You’re not my mother, and you have plenty to worry about for yourself.” I could see this left her displeased, but she refrained from any rebuttal. The next fight didn 't occur for a couple months, by that time my sister had been caught coming home drunk and grounded by my parents. I was coming home from a party one night, and as I walked into the door I was confronted by my sister. “Where have you been, and why are you home so late? You’ve been drinking haven’t you?” I was in no