My oldest-but-still-younger-than-me sister, Her Majesty, is a girl of the highest form. Like every girl, she has two sides: the 'you love her to death, she is cute and lovable and wonderful and your favorite person' side, and then the "fire and brimstone, kill you with a glance and enjoy your pain' side that seems to be it's partner's polar opposite. Yes, every girl has these sides, they just sometimes oppress one or the other. but I digress.
Her Majesty has both parts in equality. She runs on hugs, and requires them morning and night to function. On the other hand, as a pre-teen girl she also thrives on the pain of boys older than her, namely her brothers. She sings and dances with birds, then traps one with her paralyzing gaze and cooks it with the heat of her rage. Well, she may not quite be that bad, but her demon side is very vivid.
She is the girliest girl ever to call herself a tomboy. According to her, tomboys can totally play with barbies, wear dresses, and dance ballet. She actually did ballet for a year, along with some gymnastics and several years of soccer. She loves to cook, sing, and smile, and is one of my favorite people. She is my Carebear, and her evil side is just as much fun as her nice one. Here's to you, your Majesty.
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