ed around, she was gone. Panic hit, and I started crying. Then I heard my sister Clara’s voice: “Lucas! Where are you?” She ran toward me, hugged me tight, and wiped my tears. “Don’t scare me like that,” she said, but her hands were shaking too. She held my hand the whole way back, pointing out silly store mannequins to calm me down. Now, when we visit the mall, she still says, “Stay close,” and I do. Sisters are like human GPS—they always find you.8. Gaming Buddies (and Rivals)Me and my brother Ty, 14, are obsessed with video games. We spend weekends glued to the couch, playing Minecraft or racing games. Ty’s better—he always wins—but I’m learning. Last month, I beat him at Mario Kart, and he yelled “Cheater!” Then he laughed and high-fived me. We argue over who gets the best controller, who “paused” unfairly, and who ate the last snack during a level. But when a new game comes out, he saves up his allowance to buy it, and we split the cost. Gaming’s fun, but winning (or losing) with my brother? That’s the real high score.9. My Sister’s Advice (Even When I Don’t Ask)I’m 12, and middle school is confusing. Boys, drama, why my best friend suddenly hates me—nothing makes sense. My sister Lena, 17, acts like she has all the answers. “Just ignore them,” she says when I vent. “Be yourself,” she adds, even when I think “myself” is weird. Last week, I cried because I got left out of a group chat. Lena sat with me, ordered my favorite ice cream, and said, “Fake friends leave. Real ones stay—like me.” She’s cheesy, but she’s right. Even when I roll my eyes at her lectures, I know she’s trying to keep me from tripping over the same mistakes she did.

ed around, she was gone. Panic hit, and I started crying. Then I heard my sister Clara’s voice: “Lucas! Where are you?” She ran toward me, hugged me tight, and wiped my tears. “Don’t scare me like that,” she said, but her hands were shaking too. She held my hand the whole way back, pointing out silly store mannequins to calm me down. Now, when we visit the mall, she still says, “Stay close,” and I do. Sisters are like human GPS—they always find you.
8. Gaming Buddies (and Rivals)
Me and my brother Ty, 14, are obsessed with video games. We spend weekends glued to the couch, playing Minecraft or racing games. Ty’s better—he always wins—but I’m learning. Last month, I beat him at Mario Kart, and he yelled “Cheater!” Then he laughed and high-fived me. We argue over who gets the best controller, who “paused” unfairly, and who ate the last snack during a level. But when a new game comes out, he saves up his allowance to buy it, and we split the cost. Gaming’s fun, but winning (or losing) with my brother? That’s the real high score.
9. My Sister’s Advice (Even When I Don’t Ask)
I’m 12, and middle school is confusing. Boys, drama, why my best friend suddenly hates me—nothing makes sense. My sister Lena, 17, acts like she has all the answers. “Just ignore them,” she says when I vent. “Be yourself,” she adds, even when I think “myself” is weird. Last week, I cried because I got left out of a group chat. Lena sat with me, ordered my favorite ice cream, and said, “Fake friends leave. Real ones stay—like me.” She’s cheesy, but she’s right. Even when I roll my eyes at her lectures, I know she’s trying to keep me from tripping over the same mistakes she did.

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