(Evil) Sister

One day, in my not so distant youth, I was chilling out at home, watching TV and avoiding homework because, for once, the house was blessedly empty of family members. Halfway through the show I was watching (which was definitely not Keeping Up with the Kardashians), I heard the garage door go up. Next, car doors slammed in such a way as to herald the fact that this was not a happy homecoming. I quickly gathered my things, and made a quick escape up to the game room, where I might remain unseen for just a little bit longer.
My younger sister came in, yelling, apparently in the throes of some middle school angst and feeling quite put upon. My parents followed, trying to console and stem the flow of tears. From my hiding spot upstairs, I totally eavesdropped. My sister was crying and yelling about how our younger brother was coddled and how “Princess Marie got everything she wanted.”
This title was news to me as we are a firmly middle class family, and I have certainly never owned a (real) tiara. Also, I am almost positive (like 99% positive) that I had worked, at least a little bit, for everything I “got,” even if it was by shameless opportunism. In fact, the sticking point for my sister during this particular meltdown was that she was still driving a car that had a fair few problems, and I had finagled myself into a newer one by making a deal with my mom when I saw the opportunity. It is apparently super hard work to wait for the optimal moment to ask for something, since neither of my siblings seemed to know how to do it with any kind of finesse. This particular incident was not the first (or last) time that my sister and I had been at odds over something, but it was the first time that I didn't even know we were fighting and that my sister sometimes styled me as some sort of villain, opposing her success in life.