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It's hard being seven and a crybaby. I hated the way that wordless rage would build up inside me and overflow in pitiful, silent tears, but I couldn't control it. My big sister knew it, and she knew all the ways to make it happen. Taunting, teasing, relentless pestering; I'd try to ignore it, but I'd always get mad. I'd get mad and the tears would come.

I was a coward, too. I was afraid to try new things, afraid to take the risks that more co-ordinated children breezed through. It was just another thing for my sister to tease me about. "Cry-baby four-eyes! Chicken chicken chicken!"

She never got in trouble for it, though. Somehow, she always sensed when someone was coming, in time to move innocently away.

I was a bookworm, and an easy target when I was reading; in another world, I wouldn't notice as she'd sneak up to me. Her favourite trick was to push the book so it would smack me in the face. Otherwise, she'd snatch it away and hold it out of reach, laughing and laughing with her stupid big mouth.

But I grew. I grew faster than her, and I caught up. One day she grabbed my book and held it high, but as I stood up I could see the realisation in her eyes that this trick wasn't going to work any more.

She ran. I followed. I'd had enough. I was tall enough now that I could almost keep up as she ran outside. She reached the end of the driveway and spun to face me. The road was busy, and we weren't allowed near it. As I reached to grab her arm, she looked around in desperation. She hurled my book onto the road. It flipped open and skidded across the tarseal, its pages crumpling and folding as it came to rest near the centre line.

Those damnable tears welled up again. I was mad, madder than I'd ever been. She knew it, too. I could see the faintest twinge of fear in her eyes, but as always she covered it with belligerence and bravado.

"Go and get it, then!" she taunted. "Or are you too scared?"

Too angry to speak, I shoved her. She stumbled a tiny step backwards, and started laughing at me. I turned away, looking frantically for my book through tear-fogged glasses. Mum would be furious if it got ruined. What if a car ran over it? I'd be in so much trouble. But if she saw me go on the road... and what if I got hit by a car?

I teetered on the curb, weighing up my anxieties. A chortled "Chicken chicken chicken!" decided me. I judged the traffic, scrambled to the centre and scooped my book up.

It was anger that propelled me to throw the book at her. It was adrenaline that guided my aim. She crumpled to the ground, clutching the bridge of her nose.

"What- what on earth is going on here?" It was Mum. Uh-oh. "Why were you on the road?"

My tears dried on my cheeks as my rage ebbed away, replaced by a feeling that could only be called guilty success. "Because I'm not a chicken."

Date: 2014-03-16 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roseaponi.livejournal.com
Swap your sister for my brother and we have the same life. Why is it to this day that nobody understands that he was actually being cruel, or is willing to call it what it is?
Thank you for this story! :)

Date: 2014-03-16 12:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eternal-ot.livejournal.com
that was brave for a seven yr old...

Date: 2014-03-16 05:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] penpusher.livejournal.com
Ka-Boom. This story was a blast!

Date: 2014-03-17 01:03 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] shay-writes.livejournal.com
I'm glad you went after the book. My brother and sister teased me relentlessly when we were growing up.

Date: 2014-03-18 07:16 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] shay-writes.livejournal.com
I don't think so either.

*great big huge hugs for you both*

Date: 2014-03-17 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] solstice-singer.livejournal.com
Definitely nnot a chicken. Great job.

Date: 2014-03-17 07:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kehlen-crow.livejournal.com
Phew, I kept fearing this might lead to one of you getting into an accident.

Nice ending :)

Date: 2014-03-18 02:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] itsjustc.livejournal.com
I did too!

Date: 2014-03-18 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] itsjustc.livejournal.com
I enjoyed reading that and it had a great ending.

Date: 2014-03-18 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kajel.livejournal.com
OMG the end. I can't stop laughing. Well done!

Date: 2014-03-18 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elledanger.livejournal.com
A really nice strong opening here, well done.

Date: 2014-03-18 09:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jem0000000.livejournal.com
I liked this.

Date: 2014-03-20 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jem0000000.livejournal.com
You're welcome! Yeah, sometimes the thrill of knowing you found something for the topic is enough.

Date: 2014-03-18 09:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] n3m3sis43.livejournal.com
I really hope this was a true story. It felt true.

Date: 2014-03-19 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] labelleizzy.livejournal.com
that was one well-repurposed punchline. Nice.

Date: 2014-03-19 11:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elvagreenfield.livejournal.com
This was well-told. :)

Date: 2014-03-19 03:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kandigurl.livejournal.com
FANTASTIC. I love the twist on a classic joke!

Date: 2014-03-20 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beautyofgrey.livejournal.com
Oh, very nice! I liked the way you wrapped this one up. (I had similar arguments with my big sister, including at the end of a busy road.)

Date: 2014-03-20 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kathrynrose.livejournal.com
Holy crap! That last line just sneaks right up on you.

Well done, ma'am. Well done. :)

Date: 2014-03-20 03:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whipchick.livejournal.com
Damn straight! I enjoyed this very much - kathrynrose sent me over :)

Date: 2014-03-20 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halfshellvenus.livejournal.com
Victory at last!

Being bullied by an older sibling isn't that uncommon, but it's also no joke. Good for you for standing up for yourself!

Date: 2014-03-20 11:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-17bingo.livejournal.com
My big sister knew it, and she knew all the ways to make it happen.

I always say that family always knows exactly which buttons to push, because they're the ones who installed them.

Also, that was one satisfying ending.

Date: 2014-03-20 03:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] majesticarky.livejournal.com
lol nice ending!! I'm an only child, so at least I only had to deal with the teasing at school, but I had my fair share of that. I bet your sister thought twice about messing with you after that :3

Date: 2014-03-20 05:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] adoptedwriter.livejournal.com
I hated all the sibling fights and scrapping to prove myself all the time. AW

Date: 2014-03-20 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snarkerdoodle.livejournal.com
Excellent ending line! And very real interaction/feelings of the narrator and the big sister. :)

Date: 2014-03-20 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dreamsreflected.livejournal.com
oh siblings can be just so cruel! I love the subtlety of this piece, it's very well done.

Date: 2014-03-20 11:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cheshire23.livejournal.com
I love this deconstruction of the chicken crossing the road.

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