Kinley
To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure how I feel about my sister Kinley.
Our parents divorced when I was just 7 and Kinley was 4, and she went to go live with our dad while I stayed with my mom.
Over the years, we never saw them because he was working for a petroleum company in faraway countries like Saudi Arabia and Qatar. But then our dad died six months ago when the oil rig he was on capsized in a storm, and now Kinley lives with us.
On one hand, it's kinda cool that we got to be reunited after all these years. On the other hand, she's a bit of an annoying brat, always coming into my room without knocking.
She's a sophomore in high school, so she's always going on about the latest drama between her friends, which can be a bit boring. But I must admit that she does liven up our dinners.
Back when it was just me and Mom, it could get a little quiet, especially because Mom was always so tired from her cleaning job at the hotel.
I know she's my sister, but most of the time, it just feels like I've got this brand-new person living in my house, and a girl to boot.
She uses up all the hot water every time she showers, and she leaves her clothes scattered all over the place. She also plays her music really loud, which makes it hard for me to study.
But at the same time, she's always smiling and laughing, and she loves to sneak up behind me and tickle me.
Also, I know I shouldn't say this, but she is kinda cute. A couple of my friends who are seniors are always asking me if she's dating anyone or if she's available, and I never know what to say.
Her love life certainly is none of my business. But at the same time, I kinda feel weird inside whenever I think about her going out with a guy. I'm not quite sure why that is.
Maybe it's because she seems so sweet and innocent, and I know how guys can be, especially with girls her age.
Frankly, though, I wish she would be a little more careful about what she wears when she's around me.
She doesn't mean any harm, but sometimes she walks down the hallway dressed only in a towel. It's almost like she's doing it on purpose, and maybe she is.
And there's been more than one time when she's burst into my room when I was only wearing my workout shorts, which she always seems to find hilariously funny even though it's quite frustrating when she interrupts me like that.
But what can I do? That's just how Kinley is, and I guess I have to take the good parts with the bad.
