The good child

My parents refer to me as their "good child". I suppose in all honesty I would indeed be described as a good girl. Though I often contemplate whether I'm their good child or if I'm just really sneaky. The more likely reason why I am their good child is much less about me and the argument between whether I'm "good" or just sneaky and more about their previous child. The fact is that the expectations of behavior were set rather low by my older brother. Though he is a very good person he never exactly wore a halo or received special Good Kid lunch passes in middle school (which yes did exist, and yes I did receive). It was actually quite easy to reach Good Child of the family status, I got good grades in school and never presented the devious capability or desire to force my Spanish teacher into early retirement.
But when it came to being the good child, especially after I started high school. I would have preferred to be my brother. I would have preferred to have been the oldest so that I could I have no one to be compared to. I could be absolutely irresponsible and carefree and make my parents prematurely grey and they would have no idea what was hitting them because they would know nothing about teenagers. But as the second child I was completely weighed down with expectations and my parents had been around the block and knew exactly how to make me not behave like my brother. And so as the second child I was forced to become "The Good Child", or at least to be very very sneaky.