My best friend is six years younger than I am and it's not weird at all.
My brown-haired bitchy beautiful best friend is my little sister, Reneé.
When I was three-years-old every single night I wished on a star for a baby sister. I always wanted to call her "Rabbit" but when I was five and my parents told me I was going to have a sister, they did not listen to my suggestion. So, on my third day of kindergarten they gave me what I had been asking for and thus Reneé was brought into this world. For the longest time, I was not the most thrilled. It cried.
She did get super cute and adorable as babies do.
I always loved that goose, don't get me wrong. For about seventeen years it was a lot getting along for a couple of hours and then fighting and getting along again. It was a cycle as sibling relationships are. Being that I am six years older, our maturity levels clashed for a long time. It didn't stay that way forever and about two years ago we finally started to really click.
Before when I would drag her shopping with me, she would complain.
Now she begs me to take her with me. I'm nineteen and she's thirteen, the very beginning and end of life as teens. At times we bicker because she has the humor of a stereotypical middle school boy, but overall no one can make each other laugh as much as we do. We jam out in the car and I show her new music. We remake vines and race each other in Mario Kart. Reneé has one of the wildest and yet somehow laziest personalities I've ever met and honestly, no one can top her pizza roll eating skills.
During the summer I spend most of my time with someone not even in high school because for me it's fun and it's a bond that only sisters can really understand. We do everything together so she really starts to take after me. Which is great because I am fantastic, but also because I know life is hard being a teenage girl and figuring it out on your own is scary it's relieving knowing she has me. If there's any problem I want her to be able to come to me and to know that I've got her back no matter what.
It's hard being away from her sometimes, living on campus two hours away I don't get to see her very often. Reneé lives with our dad and so when I come home from college I think she likes having another girl around. I try to call her every week just to know what's going on in her life, but nothing beats being there in person.
Reneé is smart, sassy, addicted to Fortnite, a picky eater, dramatic, and a beautiful human. She's annoying but she's my little sister. I like having her around, she makes me laugh more than anyone. She can twerk better than me and it kind of makes me mad. We've gone through a lot together and every hardship we've faced we did it with each other. I'm protective of her because she's my baby sister and I'm her older sister it's my job, and I don't think it's weird spending so much time with a thirteen-year-old.
