My Sister: The Blue Haired Wonder

She dyes her hair blue, purple, pink -  all of the colors of the rainbow. She wears three rings in her bottom lip and two gages in her ear. She works at a place most people would not approve of. She's loud, opinionated, maybe even a little stuck up. But she's my older sister and I wouldn't ever dream of changing her. She's wonderful just the way she is.

She wears her hair in a mohawk, her vibrant eye shadow, her pricy fluffy boots. I like the way she knows who she is and isn't afraid to express herself, isn't afraid of what others think. I remember watching her as her annoying younger sisters, dying for her approval. "Do you like this outfit?" "Can you do my hair like yours?" I wanted to be just like her. I emulated her.

She let me hang out with her and her friends when other older sisters would've been annoyed. She acted proud to say, "This is my adorable younger sister." I felt proud. When she and her friends laughed at my jokes or treated me like more than the obnoxious sibling, I felt accepted.

We were always close. We argued. But we were close. We shared a bedroom up until I was eleven or twelve years old and she was fifteen or sixteen. Our parents had gotten us bunk beds thinking that, because it was only a two bedroom house we'd need some space from eachother. But we just slept on the bottom bunk together. We were inseperable.

Now she's moving into a place with her boyfriend and we see eachother once or twice a week. Sometimes it feels like it's not enough. I miss the days when I could just knock on her bedroom door whenever I missed her or needed to talk. But we make the most out of the time we have together. We put on make-up together, make up funny stories, play video games.

When people have seen us out together, whether it at a grocery store or wherever they'll stop us and ask us about our style or ask to take our pictures. It's a weird feeling. They hear our conversations and laugh with us, tell us we should be comedians. It's strange. I don't understand why we attract so much attention. I guess there's a certian chemistry between her and I because we're so close and comfortable around eachother.

I don't care whether people are staring, or where we are: at a grocery store, or even just sitting at our grandparents house. I'm always proud to be in the presence of my older sister: the blue haired wonder.