Story of My Life-Part 5

Well, the drama continues. I think I will address the cousin who called me a priss now. At first I had no idea what I had done to make her angry with me, but in light of recent events, I have figured it out.1

She is jealous of me.2

I know that makes me sound extremely full of myself, and I really don't want to sound that way, but my mother is the one who explained it to me. You see, she used to be an athlete. When she was younger, it was cheerleading. When she got into high school, it was field hockey, wrestling, and lacrosse. Well, she recently injured herself from doing all of these sports, and had to have surgery done on her foot and couldn't do anything for a while. Around this time, I started doing cheerleading. She also started to not talk to her mother(she and her sister live with their father), and she told her mother, my aunt, that if she "doesn't clean up her act" then she can't go to her graduation that is supposed to be this year. That's another thing. I take AP and honors classes at school, and get pretty good grades for the most part; my cousin is supposed to be graduating this year, but that's not looking too good right now. Anyway, when she stopped talking to her mom, I started getting closer to my aunt. Just a few weeks ago, my cousin stayed the night at my aunt's house, and saw a picture of me on her refrigerator, a blanket that I had made for my aunt for Christmas, and there is also a picture of me on my aunt's desk at work.3

Now, this is going to sound dumb(at least, it did to me), but my uncle, her father, isn't happy unless he's causing problems or bringing someone else down. If he doen't like someone, my cousin automatically doesn't either, and everything that comes out of her mouth is the stuff that her father is feeding her. He has never liked me because I'm like that all-American apple pie teenager in the family that never gets in trouble because I never do anything wrong, and he has never liked that it was me and not my cousin.4

On top of all of this, I just finished driving school, and she still doesn't even have her permit, and that is another thing that drives her up a wall.5

All in all, I know that it was her father that put the idea in her head that I'm a priss, but I'm really not. We used to be pretty much best friends, and now she's turning against everyone because of her idiot of a father. I'm not mad, because I know that one day she'll realize what is going on.6

I just don't know when that is going to happen.