Twister. A terrible game. The only way to win is to secretly kick your opponents in the shin.

Twister is a game of strategy. You have to predict where the other player is going and block their path, all while trying not to tumble over.

In my house, we have a Twister competition every year. My younger sister is a five-time champion coming up on her sixth.

I got out the first round. Me vs. Dad. I know I should have won, but he pushed me. He really likes pushing my buttons.

Tiana, my younger sister, is currently competing against my older brother, Justin.

Everyone always gets put out in the same order. Me. Mom. Dad. Justin. Tiana.

I have never even been close to winning. I thought that was going to change this year. You know how that turned out.

On the mat, Tiana twisted herself under Justin, causing him to sway.

“Left foot blue.” Mom is always the caller; personally, I feel like it should be my job but whatever.

Justin stuck his foot over Tiana’s touching the last blue circle on her side. This means she has to do a full three sixty. Luckily for Justin, she has short legs. She couldn’t reach another blue circle. Justin won.

Justin jumped up cheering because somebody finally broke her streak. He’ll be bragging about this for weeks.

I will beat all of them next year.