I had three older sisters so it was terrible. Not only did I take a literally beating from them that I couldn't do anything about, my dad was serious about the no hitting girls thing. But I also ended up in a lot of fights against bigger stronger guys when they treated my sisters wrong.
I had my ear pierced when I was sleeping one night.
I got smashed in the face with a bar stool when I tried to break up a fight between my two sisters.
When I got a particularly horrible report card, I tried to hide it away and my oldest sister rated me out so that she could lesson the blow of her own report card.
In the day and age when a minor could buy smokes if they had a note, I did constant smoke runs to 7-11.
I remember the bullying stopped when I was 13 and lost my temper and put my fist through a window. After a trip to the hospitals for stitches they never bugged me again.
I also nailed one of my sisters best friends for revenge and then told my sister that her friend was totally awesome and a psycho nympho.
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