You bet I have experience with siblings! I have an older sister named Liane, who's 16, and a younger sister named Kyle, who's 10. That leaves me in the middle at the age of 14.

Let me talk about my older sister. Liane thinks she owns everything that I own. She walks into my room after I leave for school, and takes what she needs out of my closets and drawers. One time, she wore my shorts right in front of me. Did she expect me not to see? Does she think I'm that stupid? Probably.

Liane thinks that all I do is care about my looks, when the truth is, I need to look decent. You never know who you're going to see from day to day. I wear some eye-liner and lipstick, that's all.

Being the boss is what Liane likes to be. She tells me to do this and do that, or else. "Or else what?" is what I'm thinking. Liane promises me she'll give me something or do something for me if I do what she says. I'm a sucker when it comes to bribes, but she hardly ever keeps her promises.

I'm sure I have more to say about Liane, but that would take too much room on this page. Let me get into the things that Kyle does to tick me off.

The latest thing that Kyle does to upset me is to sell those Chupa Chups. My mom bought her a can of the lollipops, 120 of them, for $8. Kyle makes me buy them from her for 20 cents each. Once I asked if I could buy one and she responded, "The store is not open yet!" And she won't even let me buy any chocolate-flavored ones.

Whenever Kyle gets me mad, I'll give her a light shove - and I stress light - and she'll fly herself across the room or fling herself to the floor for attention. Sometimes, I'll slap her once and then she'll start slapping herself yelling, "Tara! Stop hitting me!" Of course my parents hear her plea and I end up getting punished.

Kyle thinks she has such a huge social life, and she's only 10! Every time she receives a page she yells, "Tara get off the phone! I got a page!"

That's another problem. The phone. Both Liane and Kyle get on my case about the phone, as in who uses it first and for how long. I have a problem with when I want to use the phone. My boyfriend Rick can't use the phone from 5 to 8 p.m., so that time goes to my little sister. Does she ever use the time? No. We battle for the phone at least every other night.

Liane, on the other hand, talks on the phone until 2 a.m. sometimes. I expect her to wait for me to finish instead of picking the phone up and telling me to get off. Both siblings say humiliating things while I'm on the phone. One time I hit Liane and my hand accidentally hit near her boob. So she yells, "Tara's touching my breasts! Tara keep your hands off!"

Now that is shame!

I know all I'm doing is talking about the negatives in having siblings, but for some reason I remember those bad times better.

Without my sisters I'd be the only child. I'd have whatever I want and I'd have more allowance. Yet, I'd be lonely too.

My sisters come in handy. The older one listens to my stupid jokes that are sometimes funny, and the younger one keeps the child in me alive. That helps me to relax a little and not take things so seriously.

If you ask me, "Do you love your sisters?" I wouldn't say "yes" just like that. I'd probably deny it. But I know that deep down inside ... I ... do. (I can't believe I wrote that.)

Still, I turned out to be such a great baby, that two wonderful years after I was born, my sister Tara entered the world. Three years later, my baby sister Kyle was born. We all got along ... for a while.

My parents are so strict on me because I'm the oldest. They are also so over protective. By the time Kyle's a teen-ager, my parents will be so worn out from taking care of me and Tara that they'll be lenient on Kyle.

They'll probably leave it up to me to teach her about the "birds and the bees" and teach her how to drive, etc. I already grew up as the official babysitter. Summers were the worst. I could never get out of the house.

My mom spoils Kyle so much. She can't even clean her own room. I've been doing it for her for the last four years.

My mom believes all Kyle's little lies that get us older sisters in trouble. No offense to my friends - most of whom are also the youngest child in their families - but you first children out there understand the phenomenon of getting blamed for every problem and every fight, right?

Kyle is also the spy and squealer of the family. She watches My mom spoils Kyle so much. She can't even clean her own room. I've been doing it for her for the last four years.

My mom believes all Kyle's little lies that get us older sisters in trouble. No offense to my friends - most of whom are also the youngest child in their families - but you first children out there understand the phenomenon of getting blamed for every problem and every fight, right?

Kyle is also the spy and squealer of the family. She watches Tara and I with our boyfriends and makes sure she tells our mom every detail, like when we're holding hands or kissing goodbye. She even listens to our phone conversations to get the inside scoops. She'll probably end up working for the National Enquirer or something. My mom denies that she assigned Kyle to do this dirty work.

Tara is the sister that I fight with the most. I think it's because we're the closest in age. We fight about using the phone and sharing clothes. Sometimes she'll just go through my room while I'm sleeping and take my shorts or pants. Just to get even, I do the same thing.

We're totally opposite. She has colored her hair several times. I haven't. And she's taller than I am. Why does she get to be taller? I'm older! She teases me about that too. To me, I think she has this attitude that she's "all dat." She'll only wear name brands and has to have CK1 perfume.

She's the most expensive child, yet she can't save a penny. She'll spend whatever she has as soon as she gets it. On stupid stuff. She frustrates me.

We're always comparing achievements. She'll say that she was way more popular than me when I was her age. She was class vice-president, in the May Day court and she's so smart.

So what?

We end up getting really nasty by talking about who has more PMS. With Tara, it's like she has PMS every other week.

Overall, we share good and bad times. We all read each others' diaries and try to blackmail each other.

Hopefully, we'll someday all turn into responsible, self-sufficient adults. Maybe then we'll even get along together for more than an hour at a time. I mean, without my lovely (but nevertheless bratty) sisters, I would be one lonely child.