I am lucky to say that I rarely ever fight with my parents. I know that sounds crazy and that is so unusual for a teenager, but usually the fights we have are over stupid things that don't matter. My mom will yell at me for leaving my stuff laying around in the kitchen, or for leaving my half filled coffee mugs around the house. My parents have a hard time getting mad at me because I always try to do the right thing. I fold the laundry or empty the dishwasher, and usually (not always) I am willing to give my siblings rides.
I know better to fight with my parents because as everyone knows parents are always right. I was never really the aggressive type. I hate confrontation and when someone is mad at me, so to fight with my parents makes me feel uncomfortable. I don't see fighting as a solution, it usually just causes more problems. My lack of ability to fight is one of the main reasons my siblings call me the favorite child. I just go along with what my parents say, and usually I can get what I want.
The only thing my parents and I really fight about is when I get in a fight with one of my siblings. Yeah I call my 10 year old brother annoying and my teenage brother rude, but that doesn't really matter. What really irks my parents is when my sisters and I fight over clothes. Having two sisters is great until I want to take my sisters jacket back to college, or I find my favorite pair of jeans in my sisters hamper.
Even when I fight with my sisters, my parents usually take my sides (because I'm the favorite, just kidding it's because I am rational). Yesterday, before I came back from school my little sister and I got into a huge fight over clothes. Sunny insisted on checking my bag before I got on the train, just to make sure I didn't take anything of hers. I told her I didn't have anything of hers, but really my bag was filled with her jacket, shirts, and scarves.Trying to hide my bag and leave before Sunny got home didn't work. She found my bag, ripped it open, and pulled out everything that was hers.
I can't fight my own battles against my sisters, I always get my parents involved. My sisters know that I hate to fight and they know that 99.9% of the time, I end up in tears. As our brawl started out Sunny said, "Your going to go cry to mom and get whatever you want." Of course this made me cry and of course I screamed for my mom to back me up.
My mom came out into the garage and yes, she took my side. Sunny was yelling about a particular, tan winter jacket that she didn't even know she had. This jacket was hanging in the back of my mom's closet since before last winter. I figured I could take it, Sunny didn't even know where the jacket was and if I didn't bring a warm winter jacket back to school I would freeze to death on my walk to class.
Sunny thought the opposite. Even though she has not worn the jacket in over a year, she wanted me to leave it home so it can go unused and take up space in my mom's closet. Sunny claims that she knew that jacket was there, and that she needs it for school. I laughed because her school is inside, and she wears her same north face jacket everyday. If I brought the jacket back to school I would actually use it.
Long story short, I ended up in tears, Sunny ended up telling me she hated me, and my mom packed the jacket I want in my bag for me to bring back to school. Good thing my dad was not home or else he would have been really mad at my sister and I for fighting over somethings so stupid. After fighting with my sister I felt really guilty. I hate leaving on such bad terms with her especially knowing that I won't see her until Thanksgiving. At least I got a jacket to keep me warm in the brisk Connecticut air.
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