Liz

Liz is my sister's name. She can be a pest sometimes. Today just a few minutes ago her long, never cut nails dug into my middle finger and broke skin. I was bleeding. Guess what? I was the one who got in trouble, not her! Liz didn't even get a warning! And all the time she tells on me and/or freaks out when I try to talk to her or play with her. She could also be nice when she's in her nice mood. When we make up our own games it usually involves kicking because Liz is a kicker. When we play board games together she ends up telling on me. She still loves me though! When I want to go to my friend's house for a sleepover Liz has a fit and I either have to stay home or take her with me. So, we made up this thing called "the pattern". "The pattern" is basically taking tuns of when she comes and not comes. I like the times when she doesn't come. Liz can be sweet, and I love her too.