essay 1 re write:)

When I first got that bike I had so badly wanted for months I could not have been happier. My sister even seemed happy for me which was odd she would ususally be jealous of attention coming my way. Which I did not really think to much of at the time. I should of know that in the end this new bike of mine would benefit her in a sadistic sort of way. My sister was a very bad sister you see and always chose to pick on me when I was a kid.

My sister was older then I was and was my mother's favorite child you see. She always got her way and whatever she wanted from my mother. My mother liked me to I suppose considering she did get my a bike but I was by far the un liked child.

Now my sister as I said always got her way and was moms favorite. So whenever my evil sister would get in a fight with me and do something mean to me my mother would listen to her side of the story and say she didn't want to hear what I said. So you could say I always got the short end of the stick.

My sister based her life onh tortouring me I swear. Any chance she got to beat me up or embarrass me she would. Especially in front of my friends. That alwasys seemed to be her favorite thing to do. Even to this day when i'm an adult she is famous for yelling at me in front of my friends.

So when my sister proclamied that she would be the one to teach me how to ride my bike I was shocked. I accepted with little enthuisam, because I was in front of my mother I coudnt say no. Well the day came when I sat on my beloved bike and she held the stearing bars. Promised not to let go. Well you the reader can probably tell the outcome. As she pushed me along at a fast rate she let go and I fell to ground. As I looked back to wear she stood she sat there laughing and I soon realized why she had been happy for me to get the bike.