Siblings-Personal Narrative

Siblings were born knowing how to push our buttons. They try to do something to get us angry and if it doesn't work then they will try something else until it does work. Well my twelve year old sister doesn't stop. She constantly tries to get me in trouble knowing that I am the oldest and my parents always blame me no matter the situation. I guess its just our role as the oldest kid to go through all of the trouble our younger siblings make us go through. I didn't know this a four years ago so I kind of messed up… big time.
When I woke up I knew I was full of dark energy and that It wasn't going to be a good day. It was a horrible Saturday morning, the birds chirped outside my window endlessly, the sun shined through the blades blinding my eyes,

and my dad stood in front of my bed repeating my name till I woke up, knowing that it annoyed me whenever someone did that to get me out of bed. It was 8:30 and my dad was waking me up to take me to the Ole Miss football game at 11 o’clock. I got up, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got dressed. After getting ready, I checked to make sure that I new when the game was, but it turned out that the game was next Saturday and this was Ole Miss’s by week. I got up, stormed out my room, went to my parent’s room, and found my dad. Trying to hid my anger, I said, “Dad you woke me up for no reason, the game isn't this weekend its the next.”
He answered, “Aw sorry I didn't know, now go back to bed and stop whining.” I stormed out of the room, and purposely hit my shoulder on the side of the doorway. Right when I did that I knew I was going to get called back by my dad and given a long, boring lecture.

I was right. As soon as I hit the side of the doorway, he called me back with a serious, annoyed tone in his voice. I went back in looking down at his feet, shamefully. He said, “Mohamed, I told you to stop doing that, you need to control your anger better. Life isn't always fair and you won’t get everything you ask for. I want you to calm down, go change out of your clothes, and try to have a good day.”
I answered, “Yes sir.” I left the room, and this time I didn't hit the side of the doorway. I went into my room, jumped on the bed, and got out my phone. After about an hour, my sister woke up not knowing she should've stayed in bed that day due to how she was going to by the victim of my frustration that was built up inside of me. My sister and I both were sitting in our rooms when my mom called us from the kitchen. We hurried to the kitchen and she reminded us that we needed to clean up the house, while she and my dad go to run some errands. We whined, but eventually started to clean. I had to clean up the living room, play room, my parents room, and my room. My sister only had to finish cleaning her room and do the dishes. She started at the dishes and I started cleaning up the living room. I finished

the living room and the play room. I went and checked on my sister and she was sitting down at the dining table on her phone. She had only finished a quarter of the dishes. The frustration built up in me from earlier because of my dad plus the anger that was caused because of her I just decided to throw a punch. I don’t know why I really did it, she hadn't done anything horrible I was just frustrated because of my dad and the whole situation from earlier. She fell out of her chair, hitting her head against the wall, and everything went silent. I thought I had killed her. I looked over slowly. Finding her on the floor looking up in shock not knowing what hit her. Of course she got up and tried to fight me, while she screamed and yelled. She tried to kick me and missed, but the second time she kicked me right in my stomach. It felt like a bowling ball just flew into my abdomen at the speed of light. I screamed and fell to the ground. Out of anger I got back up and tackled her into the cold, hard wood floor. I got up and for some reason I lifted my foot and launched it at her face. She quickly moved her hand in effort to stop my foot, but the impact of my foot crushed her hand. She groaned and began to cry. At the same time my parents flew into the door hearing my sister scream and crying. I stood there out of pure shock, not knowing what the monster inside of me had just done. My dad pushed me out of the way to see why my sister was screaming and crying. I looked down at her and I began to weep, her nose was bleeding, and her hand that received the impact of my foot was already a dark blue turning purple. My parents helped her up, got her some water, and asked her what happened. She was speechless. They asked me and I couldn't speak either. They then pushed pass me, put on my sister’s shoes for her, and left for the hospital, leaving me alone at home. I didn't know what had just happened. It all had happened so quickly. It was as if the monster inside of me took over and I had no control over anything that had happened in the past five minutes.
My parents and my sister came home after about an hour and a half. My sister had a case on her arm, later on I learned I had broken her arm, and both my parents looked like they were ready to kill me. My parents hadn't talked to me since asking me what had happened, and they didn't until that night. I was given a couple of spankings, they grounded me for the rest of the school year, and worst of all, they broke the news to me that they had just signed me up for counseling. I wasn't even mad, I knew that I deserved it all and I didn't think they had given me enough punishment, but my parents have always been generous with my punishments.
I will never forget the day and what the monster inside of me made me do to my beloved sister. Siblings were born knowing how to push our buttons and the way we reacted tested who we truly were. I learned who and how bad I was that day, but I changed it all and now if anyone wants to bring out the monster from inside of me, its nearly impossible.