Being Phil's little sister
by Claudia
It wasn't easy being Phil Kendall's younger sister. But it wasn't bad either. One year behind him in school, I had to try to live up to the Kendall name. He was outgoing and popular, he was smart, he was charming, he was athletic, he got good grades, the girls loved him, and the teachers loved him. I was quiet and shy, nerdy and chubby (or as my dad called it, pleasingly plump), but with a little effort, I did manage to get good grades.
So the bar he had set was incredibly high. The teachers seemed to like me, but I was sure it was just because I was Phil's younger sister.
Sometime during our high school years, I discovered that I could make Phil laugh. If you could make him laugh, he would let you hang around. And that was my ticket into his world, his world of interesting people, places and ideas. He wouldn't let moss grow under his feet.
[to be continued]
by Claudia
It wasn't easy being Phil Kendall's younger sister. But it wasn't bad either. One year behind him in school, I had to try to live up to the Kendall name. He was outgoing and popular, he was smart, he was charming, he was athletic, he got good grades, the girls loved him, and the teachers loved him. I was quiet and shy, nerdy and chubby (or as my dad called it, pleasingly plump), but with a little effort, I did manage to get good grades.
So the bar he had set was incredibly high. The teachers seemed to like me, but I was sure it was just because I was Phil's younger sister.
Sometime during our high school years, I discovered that I could make Phil laugh. If you could make him laugh, he would let you hang around. And that was my ticket into his world, his world of interesting people, places and ideas. He wouldn't let moss grow under his feet.
[to be continued]
