Tylee's Tales

My best friend, my biggest enemy. My favorite roommate, my least favorite person. The person I love unconditionally, but don’t always like that much. My little sister. My Harper. Harper and I have shared a room pretty much all of our lives. In the beginning, she was still so little that it seemed like it was my room only; she would just spend the night. Over time, this has changed. Big time. Harper and I tend to bicker back and forth, but when she turned 13 in August, it turned into full blown arguments. Too many wonderfully horrible teenage attitudes in a small, confined space. Let’s just say there’s lots of fighting, a couple beds may have been broken, and, in my opinion, she’s a hoarder who won’t leave OUR room! (Granted, she would probably say the same about me.) According to our parents, the only time we aren’t yelling at each other is when we are asleep. I know you won’t believe me, but I’m not exactly innocent in the fighting. I may have caused big alligator tears to fall from Harper’s eyes a few times, but I’m sure she probably brought it on (or not). Tears, fighting, and more have become such a norm that my parents and brothers kind of worry when they don’t hear anything coming from the upstairs if we are both in our room cleaning. The latest chapter in our bedroom saga wasn’t quite the norm though. You see, I needed to watch a tv show for one of my classes, so I was going to do it in our bedroom. Harper was the only one currently upstairs, and I mistakenly thought she would willingly leave the room for me. I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. I asked a thousand times for her to leave, so I could do my homework. She repeatedly replied with “no,” each one getting more and more attitude behind it. I was getting SO upset! I am trying to better myself though, and instead of taking it into my own hands, I went to my parents for help. They, too, asked Harper to let me use the room. Still nothing. Darn teenagers. I decided to get sneaky, and I waited in my brothers’ room until Harper left. The second she did, I sprinted into the room, claiming it as mine! Harper, being magic or something, instantly knew I was in there and came stomping up quickly (and loudly). I tried to be tough and stand my ground; I am a 16 year old who is more than half a foot taller than her after all, so I blocked the door. Oooo ... she was mad!! Let’s change the story to my parents’ point of view now … Mom: The girls are fighting again. Dad: Usual Yelling, crying, bawling and people running toward the stairs Dad: Tylee! What did you do now?! Mom: Umm ... that’s Tylee crying. She punched me! The little pain in the bum punched me! Mom: Harper you can’t punch her in her thousands of dollars worth of teeth! I mean, you can’t punch your sister at all! Harper: It was an accident. Dad: How do you possibly “accidentally” punch someone who’s a foot taller than you? Okay, back to me now. Honestly, it didn’t hurt when she punched me, at least that’s what I’m telling everyone. It just super took me by surprise. Plus, in the end, I got the room for my homework; she gave me candy and made me a huge “I’m sorry” poster. Win. Win. Win. While she did honestly feel bad, and she did honestly get in trouble from my parents, it’s now just a huge joke to us all. Just proves I need my own room. Make sure to tell my parents you agree *wink, wink*. Now, I have to go though; it’s a “Harper and I are friends” day, and I’m going to take her ice skating. Hope you had a Merry Christmas and you have a Happy New Year!