Eleanor Ruth Higgins
					How could I possibly hate my beloved little sister, the very first little sister I ever had? Quite bloody easily as a matter of fact. Before Ellie was born I was an only child. I ALWAYS got the biggest cake in those days, no question. I had the undivided love and attention of not just my parents, but my entire family and all their friends. I was little, I was cute, I was loved exclusively and totally. My life was heaven. This sweet state of affairs was too good to last though. After 2 years, 2 months and 19 days of bliss, this little weasel arrived to screw everything up. She's been destroying my life ever since that day. Now she's the main thorn in my side, ruining everything I do and stealing everything I have. And getting more cake then me. And banging on and on and on about her shiny hair. As if I care that her hair is shinier than mine! She always has to be better than me at everything. It's not hard to be better than me, but she takes it way too far.
		I HATE YOU ELLIE! DIE ELLIE, DIE!