I hate my sister! I’m glad that my mother makes her work as hard as Cinderella. It suits me just fine that she doesn’t get to play with a golden ball like a fairy princess, but has to sit by a well near the highway and spin till her fingers bleed!
People always say, “Oh, look how pretty she is! Look how industrious she is!” They don’t pay any attention to me. They think I’m ugly as dirt.
What do I care about them, anyway? They can all just go to hell!