I've always been hated yet loved. I was the one that got the guys riled up, that drank, partied, and did everything they were'nt supposed to do. I did'nt have to try, I just did. But I guess I never really asked my sister if how she felt about me, and she tried so hard to fit in, and here I, an adopted part of the family descending from an exotic place suddenly comes and just fits in perfectly and dosen't have to even try. My sister, I love her. I never once thought about her jelousy going overboard like this. Framing me, she won't break me. No-on will ever braek me.