Is Blood thicker than Water

So you think that I'm never wrong? Well I can be. I was even wrong about my own sister.

Sisters, who needs them? My sister Lana, everyone thinks she's so bloody perfect, but she isn't. I remember my eighteenth birthday. She'd just got back from a holiday in Spain the day before, and she'd bought me a gold curb chain with a diamond cross on it, or so I thought. Turns out the chain was gold plated and the diamonds were cut glass. I still wear the chain though, just to remind myself that things, and people, aren't always what they seem.

Since I was about ten, Lana had always promised me that on my eighteenth birthday she'd buy me a drink. Even when I was sixteen, she'd said, "Two more years and I'll buy you your fist drink!" It'd become a bit of a private joke as we'd both been drinking for years, and on that day she said to me, "You know you'll have to get dressed up if you're coming out with me tonight." She always said that though, just because I was comfier in jeans and a top than in skirts, like she was.

That afternoon, as I was digging out my favourite black halter-neck dress, the phone rang. It was Marie, Lana's best mate. What I told her Lana wasn't in . She asked me to ask Lana to ring her back, which when Lana got in, I did.

Lana spent ages on the phone to Marie, they seemed to be making plans, and when Lana told me what their plans were. I couldn't believe it. I still remember her saying it, "Oh sorry, Jackie. We'll have to cancel tonight. Me and Dave are going on a double date with Marie and Neil."

At that moment, I felt so... betrayed. How could she do it to me? How could she break such a long standing promise to go out with someone she'd know three years. I remember when we were kids, she always used to stand up for me. But in that one year, when she was at college and I was still at school, something happened, we grew apart. I'd thought for all these years that the saying was true, that blood was thicker than water. My God, it just shows how wrong I can be.