No never again, no never again,

My sister wanted to get donuts because Lindy was over. So my dad asked if I wanted some too. Well, duh. Of course. All I hear out of my sister's mouth is complaining and bitching and telling me what I can and cannot do. Well, you know what? I'm fucking sick of it. She is not in charge of me. IN FACT, if anyone is in charge of anyone else, it's me. But she thinks she can strut around here and say whatever the hell she wants because my dad doesn't care and he won't do anything. Especially because over here she's allowed to say bad words because she thinks she's bad-ass because she's in 8th grade now. And worst of all, Lindy is over so she's trying to show Lindy how "powerful" she is. Which she isn't. I figured today was a good day to put her back in her place.

I got in the car and the first thing I hear is, "You can't have any." Guess who said that one? Well, I turned around ( I was in the front seat) and told her to shut the fuck up because I'm tired of her fucking mouth and her fucking attitude and thinking that she can do whatever and say whatever because she doesn't have that kind of control. She laughed it off because that's what she does so I told her that if she doesn't stop, I'm gonna beat her face in, and proceeded to raise my fist and do so.

Of course there's no damage, but I haven't heard anything from her yet and when she does say something, she's getting a mouthful of pain, whether dad likes it or not. And if I remember correctly, my mom did give me permission to beat her up if she doesn't leave me alone, and I plan to hold her to that.

He gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now.