Who wakes you up at 6 O’clock in the morning?
Who won’t be quiet in their bedroom when you want to have a lie in?
Who rushes past you just to get to that favourite seat around the kitchen table?
Who gets to the cereal box just before you and gets the freebie inside?
Who gobbles down all their breakfast and when finishes shouts won ya!
who barges past and just has to push your bag out of place just to annoy you?
Who licks their tongue at you just as your walking out of the front door?

WHO DO YOU WANT TO SEE AND MISS ALL DAY AT SCHOOL?

YOUR SIBLINGS!!

Uh…
I don’t know what to put.
Oh…uh…fine…my name’s Anna May. Don’t laugh. My mum came up with it when I was born…and I just suppose I’ve hated it ever since. Maybe that’s why I cried when I was a baby — because I had such a weirdo name. I probably heard my mum saying ‘Anna May’ and that made me angry.

Everyone thinks I’m going to have a bad temper, because I’ve got red hair. It’s not even properly red. It’s more like a dark purply kind of red, you know, the smelly sort you get in boxes. I don’t have a bad temper. It’s just the way I was born, I think…

But I wish I wasn’t called Anna May, because it sounds freaky.
Very freaky.

I’ve got a little sister, and she’s even more freaky than me. Her first name is Samantha. What do parents have about these weird names? But she hasn’t got red hair. Her hair is fair and very long and curly. She’s got big blue eyes and likes to blink them at Mum and Dad when she wants something. My sister isn’t half a spoilt brat. >(

WAYS TO AVOID MY SISTER:

Bribe her out of your room with chocolate.

Get a lock on your door.

Get an electric fence. I have THAT.

Uh…the end.