BLAIR BUELLER ♔ 19 ♔ COLLEGE: SOPHOMORE ♔ LILY COLLINS ♔ RETIRED once upon a time, jeannie bueller said… “In a nutshell: I hate my brother.”


Blair just wanted to escape.  She would walk through the hallways of Rosewood Academy, only known for being his sister. Freddie Bueller’s sister. So don’t blame her if she was a bit rude and sarcastic. All she ever heard was his name, questions regarding his health on one of his countless sick days or girls wanting to know if he was single. It was as if she didn’t exist.  It didn’t help that she was being forced to tutor Easy Gallagher, the boy who looked like he was in desperate need of a shower. She was sick of having to live in the shadow of her twin brother.

She was born first but ten minutes after came Freddie and everyone’s attention just turned to the cute baby boy with bright blue eyes. Ever since then, Freddie has been the apple of everyone eye. But unlike her brother, Blair fought for everything she got. If she had a project, she would usually be until the crack of dawn, feverishly working on it until she passed out.  But for all that work she’d end up with an A- while Freddie somehow managed to get himself an A+. Freddie would pull some elaborate prank and he’d get off scott-free but if she was caught a minute late to class, she would get sent to her father’s office where she’d get detention. For once she wanted to get everything handed to her. She wanted her parent’s eyes to shine for her the way they did whenever Freddie wanted in the room. But one thing is for sure, she was going to make sure her parents saw exactly who Freddie Bueller is.


Blair had been stood up. She sat in St. Elmo’s Bar and Grill waiting for that idiot Easy. He was already an hour late. She couldn’t believe that ass. She was trying to keep him from being a dropout. A statistic and this was what she got in return? Screw being a model student, Blair paid for her drink and drove home. She was going to call Easy and give him a piece of her mind. But as she pulled into the brick driveway up to Rosewood Academy, she could hear music was blaring from one of the barn houses on campus. As she drove up to the barn house, she could tell a party was going on. Toilet paper hung from the school’s precious cherry blossoms. Drunken teenagers laid out in the grass. A bra flew onto her wind shield. She walked into the barn to see it in complete chaos. She knew exactly who was to blame, her brother. As she stomped through the barn looking for Freddie, she saw Easy. That asshole. She tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around. His face said it all. He had forgotten about their study date. Blair had had enough. People always forgot about her. She ran out into the woods, tears strolling down her face. Soon after she smelled something burning, she turned around to see a fire rising out of the barn. Sirens rang and she tried to go back in the barn, actually worried for her brother’s well-being but Easy grabbed her hands. They began to run, knowing if they were caught they’d be in a lot of trouble. As they ran, Easy was tackled by an officer. She yelled at them to let him go, that’s when they pulled out a joint from his pocket. As if her day couldn’t get any worst. The officer cuffed Easy and her as well-even as she protested that she had nothing to do with that joint, leading them to a police cruiser. 

The other day, one of my favorite movies ever was on. Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

It’s so choice. One thing I never understood was this:

Who’s older, Jeannie Bueller or Ferris Bueller?

Ferris is a senior. But Jeannie got a car as opposed to Ferris’ computer. Wouldn’t the older child get a car? I mean a computer was probably a big ticket item back then, but a car would be infinitely more useful. Then again, Ferris did get quite a bit of use out of his computer.

Is it possible that they are (fraternal) twins? If they were, I feel like it would be mentioned. Or maybe his mom was really in the mood right after one of them were born? 

With the Synth and other stuff he has, plus both of his parents working (his father on a high floor in a Chicago skyscraper), his family is clearly well off. Couldn’t they afford a car for each of the kids?

It’s damn near impossible for Jeannie to be older, but it seems illogical for her to be younger.