Taylor's+memoir

Taylor Salton

The year that I turned nine was when I wanted to have a sibling. I was so sick and tired of being the only one. I was the one who always got in trouble; I had no one to blame. I wanted someone to play with, someone to talk to. I remember the day I was writing out my Christmas list. I wanted a dog, a bike, and a brother or sister. My mom looked at the list. She laughed. “Taylor. You’re not going to have a sibling anytime soon, She you might as well forget it.” That’s very comforting to say but I didn’t believe her. I knew it would happen I knew. There was a feeling in my body, a feeling in my gut. I knew it was going to happen. A month before I turned nine my mother had just gotten married to my step-dad. It was the three of us. It was always about me. The spotlight always lit on me. No attention on anyone else. And it was unfair. I wanted to get away with trouble I caused. Then blame it on my sister or brother, and then be free! A few months passed and I was still alone. My mother came home like any other day, but she was smiling non-stop. I was curious but it didn’t bother me too much so I just went back in my room, A few moments later my mom called me. I was furious, making me pause my video game. What the hell? But of course I acted as if nothing was wrong and walked out of my room. “ Taylor I have some news.” My mother said still smiling, “Yes.” I replied. “ We’re going to have another baby.” “What!” I shouted. “ I knew it would happen. I knew.” My smile was just as big as my mother’s. I had this feeling for a while. I knew I would have the enjoyment of a brother or sister, someone who looks up to me. I knew it was going to be an experience of a lifetime. She was born on November 19, 2002 and it changed my life forever. “Sydney stop kicking me.” I yelled at the now four year old. I constantly have to tell her to stop and it’s getting on my nerves, no she’s getting on my nerves. I’m going to hurt her. I don’t even care if I get in trouble. Boy time has changed since she was a sweet little 1year old just learning how to talk. When she started talking it just when down hill from there. I don’t know what the hell happened. That sweet little girl was gone. Ok. You might think I’m over reacting but screw you I’m not. This girl is the pimple on your face. You can’t get rid of. I mean you can’t. I won’t say that Sydney and I did not have our sister-to-sister moments, because we did don’t get me wrong. But man did she have badness written all over her. My mother kept saying, “She’s just a kid Taylor. She doesn’t know any better” ha! She knew exactly what she was doing. I wasn’t stupid. And neither was she. She was a mastermind of destruction. The queen of evil! I’ll give you and example of the evilness that goes on around me. This passed summer I remember my friend asking me if I wanted to go shopping with her. Well of course I can’t say no to that so I get ready. I take a shower get dressed you know the routine. On my way out I realized I had forgotten my money upstairs in my room. Casually I walk back upstairs to get my wallet. Opening my door I look on my desk, because that’s where I left it last. I didn’t see. Weird. You know I looked again because we try to think that’s it going to reappear when we look twice. Still noting. I looked on the floor under my desk. May be it fallen. Nope nothing on the floor except the missing sock I have been looking for, but that’s not my main concern. I have no idea where it could be but I have no time. No one was home and my friend just rang my doorbell. Forget it. There’s no way. Well I had a good time looking at all of the cute clothes and not being able to buy any. I get home and I ask my parents have they seen my wallet. Or course they haven’t seen it so I look in my room a couple more times just to make sure. Still nothing. Where the hell did I put it? I stood there thinking. I thought hey why not look in Sydney’s room; I’m sure it wont be there but what not. Sure enough that little witch had my wallet in her little cubby. Ok. May be I should let it go and realize that it was a mistake. I’m sure she accidentally tripped and fell in my room and just slipped away with my wallet. Yea. Whatever. That didn’t just happen. And I didn’t let it go. I flipped out man! She went into my room. Took my wallet with $45 bucks and placed it in her room as if it was hers. And you want to know what else? She had the nerve to act like she didn’t understand English when I asked her why she took it. Can’t you believe that? Another thing that puzzled me was what the hell was she going to do with it? Does she even know what money is? Honestly. Well, its not that I don’t love my sister because I do. I just wish she would stop talking and going in my room and bothering me when I’m on the phone. You know stuff siblings are supposed to do. I don’t regret wishing for a sibling at all. It s just I though it was would happiness all the time. But I am grateful to have her as my sister, and im lucky to be the oldest. I’ll be able to guide her in the right direction. Teach her the ways of the world. And if I can’t do that I’m sure she’ll end up being this evil genius trying to rule the world. Hey, I wouldn’t be surprised.