You little brat. You spoiled, selfish, manipulative little brat. Your parents haven't taught you how to read a situation, how to be sensitive, how to act with tact?
Everyone says you're so smart, but if you're so intelligent, then why did you make such a stupid, regrettable mistake? You NEVER ask someone how they "got those scars on your face" when you DON'T KNOW THEM.
You know NOTHING about me. You can't figure me out. And that's exactly why you can't just ask me about the scars on my face. It's obvious that it is a sensitive thing for me. Anyone could make that assumption, a CORRECT assumption.
I wouldn't mind these scars if they had been gained through a way that I could be proud of, representing a memory I could be glad for. That's how it is for the myriad of other small scars on my person. But these two on my face were not; I hate them every time I see them. I feel ruined because of them.
And you so insensitively, so obnoxiously blurting out, "How did you get them?" just rubs salt in the wounds.
You're a stupid little girl. I am the only one who can see it, because I am the only one in this family who is not a shallow, lying, two-faced poophead. People say you're smart, but you're not. You give the semblance of intelligence because you're loud. dang loud. You never shut the hell up, and that's the only reason why you seem smart. Your little sister is the smart one, not you. Whereas you take nothing in and only exude yourself, your little sister is observing the world around her, seeing and hearing and learning.
I can already tell that I dislike you, perhaps even hate you, you conniving, manipulative little brat. And not just because you asked about my scars. You're stupid, and you're just like everyone else in this family, and everyone else in my life. Shallow, selfish, interested only in making and maintaining your superficial social ties so as to feel more "important." Because social recognition means life to you. Take all attention away from you, and you become moody and sulking, prone to fits of anger and even violence. Because you're just that shallow.
Stupid little girl. I hope I made it quite clear that it is not okay to ask about my scars, because if you ever ask again, I will slap your smart little mouth. You would doubtlessly tattle on me to your stupid parents, and they'd just find another stupid reason to dislike me and misjudge me and underestimate me, and then I'd "get in trouble" with my stupid mother, but my situation cannot get any worse at the moment, so I can't say that I am afraid of that. Do your worst, little brat, and I will show you all the reasons why, for your own good, you should respect me.
And I expect to get my antique movie and my rock tumbler back in the exact condition they were in when I loaned them to you. If they're not, there will be hell to pay. And you better return them soon.