My Sister Almost Killed Me Over A Pair Of Shorts

Okay, I grabbed a pair of shorts out of my drawer this morning, and threw them on. They are the gray, ugly kind. The ones with the stretchy band. They are mine, by the way. So I walk upstairs to go do the dishes and Alli spots me with these shorts on. She really thought they were hers, so she grabbed my butt trying to prove they were hers, when they really weren't. I backed away, not letting her see. I knew they were mine, and she should've trusted me. She chased me around the upstairs, and around the kitchen table. She had me pinned in a corner, my back to the corner. She grabbed me by the shoulders, almost killing me trying to turn me around. I cried my way to a seated position. I know I could've easily just given in, but this time I didn't want to. I have had enough of her. So she stole my hat, and who knows what she did with it. But she went back to watching tv, and I hurrily did the dishes and came downstairs. And people think Alli's the nice one...