Go Away Julie May!

Dylan has a problem. Her name is Julie May. She's been a thorn in his side since the day his parents brought her home from the hospital. He didn't ask for a little sister, and he certainly didn't want one. He liked being an only child! Why couldn't they have left well enough alone? She was a smelly, sloppy, drooly mess when she was a baby, and now that she's older...she's even worse. Her table manners are enough to make him gag; they're ruining his appetite! She's so grubby looking, it's embarrassing! With sticky hands and dirty fingernails. Face and clothes smeared with food and other assorted crud. Her hair a mess of tangles and knots, with the occasional leftovers from breakfast, lunch, and dinner thrown in. This pint-sized human wrecking ball was ruining his life, not to mention the damage she'd done to the house. They had to hire people to repair the busted door and clogged toilet and shampoo the soot and ash out of the carpets and furniture. Plumbers and carpenters didn't come cheap. The kid was a walking disaster! Wherever she went, trouble followed. But nobody could see it but him. His friends have annoying little sisters too, but none quite so bad as Julie May. She's the absolute worst little sister in the whole wide world! But do his parents and grandparents see it? No! To them she's a little angel who can do no wrong. Yeah, right! She's about as sweet as a bad case of poison ivy or as lovable as a headful of lice. If only he could get rid of her...