Growing up I was always compared to my siblings. The tall one, the fat one, and the pretty one. We could never walk into a place without hearing those comments. I thought all three of us where tall and pretty. Neither of us where "fat." As we got older, it was a problem.
"Look at that pretty one in the left," a random guy in points. A group of guys have been eyeing us since we stepped into the food court. We roll our eyes and grab our stuff. As we make our way to our seats, we get stopped by another group of guys.
"Hello," one of the guys say with so much suave, "the names Ricky. These are my friends, Ben and surprisingly, Jerry." A giggle escaped my mouth and the guys smile. We sit sit together and actually had a great conversation. They are in a local high school basketball team and Ben and Jerry are a duo. They call themselves the Ice Cream Men. We had such a great talk that time passed to quick and it was already 5pm.
"Shoot," my older sister says suddenly, "we gotta go, we have practice." As we got up to get our stuff, my younger sister writes our numbers on a paper and hands it to the guys. "Call us," she winks. After a few days the guys actually hit us up. Instead of individually, we made a group chat. We would stay up and giggle the night away.
"We should hang out sometime," My older sister read aloud, "what should I say?" We giggled, I suggested a movie while my other sister suggested bowling. The conversation went back and forth and we all settled for a movie. Two days later we met up for a movie.
"Horror," I suggested. "Action," my older sister yelled. "Romance, seriously it should be romance," my younger sister protested. As we argued, the guys just stood there laughing.
"How about we each take you to the movie you like," Ricky suggested. We looked at Ricky and smiled, "Great idea!" we said in unison.
My older sister went with Ricky, my younger sister went with Jerry, and Ben and I went to watch a horror film. Apparently my younger sister and Jerry where making out the whole time. My older sister and Ricky where so fixed into the movie, that they bro fisted almost the whole time. Ben was holding my left arm and hiding behind me, while I laughed at the cheesy horror movie.
"Stop crying Ben," Ricky teased.
"Bro, his head just rolled off, like rolled all the way off," Ben yelled back. We all laughed and the guys walked us back to our house.
"Bet it wasn't even that scary," Jerry chimed in as he's holding my sisters hand.
"I laughed the whole time," I laughed while puffing out my chest.
"You are my hero," Ben cried.
"You want to see something really scary?," my older sister said suddenly. "It is Halloween." The guys looked at each other, Ben looked worried and the other two smiled.
"Hell yeah," Ricky yelled. "Uhh," Ben started saying. Jerry intervened, "Come on Ben, we're the Ice Cream Men. We are some cool dudes not scaredy cats!" Ben looked nervous but agreed. We yelled in excitement and led them to the house.
"It's in the basement," my older sister said ominously. We giggled and let the guys in.
"Our parents are in a meeting," my little sister said as she closed the door, "they'll be home later. Follow me." She led the way with Jerry behind her, Ricky and my older sister and me and Ben in the back. We turned in the light but the bulb was starting to give way. Down the stairs and behind the bookshelf.
In front of us is a table and a ouija board. The area is lined up with plastic.
"What's with the plastic?" Ben said trying to to cry. "Mom's a painter," I said with a smile, "she likes the color red." I giggled as Ben got chills down his back.
"This isn't scary," Ricky said while touching the board. We giggled. Jerry touched the board and noticed some red stuff in the corner.
"What's that?" Jerry asked almost crying.
"It's blood of weaklings like you," my little sister giggled as she hit Jerry with a hammer to the head. "What the fuu..!" Ricky started screaming before my older sister hit him with a wrench. We all looked at Ben as he peed his pants and he fainted on the spot. We tied the guys up and changed our clothes as we waited for them to wake up.
We came back down 30 minutes later to see the guys already awake and trying to break the ties. "Who the fuck are you guys?!" Ricky yelled. I smiled and said in the best cheerleader voice I answered, "One of us is the Fat one, the Tall one, and the Pretty one."
"Now guess," my older sister smiled.
"If you answer right, you get to go!" My little sister pointed out.
"It's a trick!" Jerry exclaimed. Ben started crying and Ricky's eyes darted from one of us to the other.
"I got it I got it," Ricky yelled. "No no no," Jerry protested. Ricky ignored him and looked at me, "you are the fat one, the younger one is the pretty one, and the older one is the tall one!"
We all stood there in silence. "Wrong," my little sister monotonously said as she grabbed a bag of gadgets from a corner. I grabbed a bat and smash it on Ricky's left left. He screams in pain.
"Two more guesses," I sang.
"I got it I got it," Jerry cried, he looked at my older sister, "you are the pretty one, the middle one is the tall one, and the youngest is the fat one!"
"Almost," my older sister giggled as she pulled some knives from the bookshelf. I walked over to Jerry and I whisper yelled, "To the left or too the right?" He looked confused but my little sister answered, "To the right."
I raised my bat and aimed a little high on the right thigh. "One more guess," I sang as I brought down the bat. Jerry let's out a blood curdling scream. I think I broke something. The guys started panicking and screamed even louder for help.
"I know this one," Ben cried, "all of you are beautiful, all of you are the same height, and neither of you are fat..." everything went dead quite, surprised at his answer. We all looked at each other and smiled.
"Gotcha!" We cried in unison. We laughed as the guys sat there dumbfounded.
"Can... can we go now?" Ben asked quietly.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked Ben. He looked at me sincerely. "I do," he answered with a whisper and blushed. I bent down and looked him in the eyes, we both smiled. "I'm a boy," I said matter-of-factly. The guys looked at me surprised. "I was always compared to my sisters, they always called me pretty," I said as I got up. "I'm fucking handsome," I screamed as I bashed Ben's head in. The other guys screamed while my sisters laughed. I continued to bash his head in until it was all just brain matter. Blood and tissue land and spray inside the guys mouths. They continue screaming as my sisters are now on the floor laughing.
"Now," I said smiled and panted, "guess who's the fat one."
"You guys are fucking psychos," Ricky spat, "they'll fucking find you and fry your ass. Fuck life in jail, it's the chair for you bitches!"
"Ricky," Jerry cried, "they are not right in the head, saying things like that will only make them pissed."
My little sister crawled on all four to Jerry. "You are so cute," she purred, "I want to keep you."
"Don't touch him you bitch!" Ricky screamed, "you fat fucking whore. You are the fat one! My dads a cop, they'll find you. He'll make your life hell!"
My older sister walked up to Ricky and slapped him across the face. "Don't lie," she said like a mother scolding a child. "You are right about being the fat one, but your dad is sooo not a cop!" She pointed out
"What?" Ricky cried, "how, how do you know?!"
My little sister smiled. "Want to know why they call me the fat one?" She teases. She squishes her boobs together and looks at Jerry with seductive eyes.
"Nooo," Jerry answers while looking away. She pouts and smiles. "I show you," she laughed. She suddenly stands up and unhooks her girdle. As soon as the whole girdle hits the floor, her lumpy grotesque belly flops over her pants. It looks like it's an overflowing tub, as if she's getting fatter and fatter. Her laughter now sounds more husky like she was gargling some fat. Her skin becomes oily and pimples form. "This is all me baby," she laughs as she slaps her belly, "that setting spray worked wonders on the make up." We're all laughing now and the guys are just freaking out. Jerry looks disgusted and Ricky is beyond shocked.
"Big bro," she says in a baby voice, "I'm a widdle hungwe." She's looking at me with puppy dog eyes now. I smile and shrug, my older sister hands me a knife, and I make my way to Jerry. Jerry looks at me with panicked eyes and starts trying wiggle away.
"Don't move," I commanded, "it's hard to cut you if you keep moving." Jerry starts panicking and cries non stop. "I'm rich, man!" He screams, "my dads loaded, he's like the president of a big company! I'll get you what ever you want!" I just laugh and stab his right thigh. "Your tears make me blush," I whispered in his ear. Jerry faints from all the pain as I cut a big chunk of his thigh off. I toss it to my sister and she just munches happily.
"Nuts, you're all nuts," Ricky whimpers, "no mother fucking brains!" My older sister starts petting Ricky as if he was a puppy. "Don't pity me She Hulk," he snaps at her, "you have big ass hands, how do you have big ass hands?" He looks my older sister in the eye. "I have nothing. Why did you people do this? None of us are important. Jerry is a liar, his dad works at our school. Ben is... was my best friend. I'm about to die, can you at least tell me why?" My older sister looks at him puzzled.
"You don't want to know why I'm the tall one?" She asks. Ricky's face turns bright red and she starts screaming. "You bitch," he spits, "why the fuck would I care?!"
"So.. you don't want to know?" She asks again wait a smile. He's about to lose his mind. He starts yelling insults to her from A to Z. Froth starts forming from his mouth, the veins on his forehead starts throbbing, and his face gets as red as raw meat. A few minutes later he calms down in defeat and asks, "why, why are you the tall one?"
She smiles and takes off her shoes. Her feet start growing, her legs stretch, her arms elongate, and her neck crooks awkwardly to the left.
"Oh," Ricky says calmly, "makes sen-" My older sister stabs Ricky through the throat with her spear like fingers. Blood trickles down and pools next to my sisters feet.
"Kids," my dad yells from the top of the stairs, "clean up. We have some guests."