"You know Ness, you're really pretty. I just don't understand why you're so uptight about everything." My older sister, Elizabeth, or Liz for short, said while sorting out some papers.
Liz was 24, almost 25, and had a perfect life. She had a caring, nice boyfriend, who was also a model, smooth, shiny hair, a light tan, dark green eyes, a perfect smile, and an amazing, fun-to-be-with persona. Or in other words, the complete opposite of me.
I was plain-looking, with brown eyes, black hair with purple at the ends, pale skin, inherited from my mother, who was Indian, and a very boring, quiet persona.
"Are you even listening?" She asked, sending me a playful glare.
"Of course! Of course I am," I lied.
"Oh yeah? Repeat what I said to you a few minutes ago,"
"Um,"
"See! This is why you should really listen! As an amazing, caring, elder sister, I want you to live life! I want you to party hard, go crazy, and live your teenage years to the fullest!"
It was true. I was 18, almost 19, and my life was boring as hell.
My sister worked as a therapist at a help centre in Los Angeles. I worked at the cafeteria in the help centre. Along with me was a 43-year old woman, Jean Reno. She was like a godmother to me and my sister, and had 2 kids.
She was friendly and helpful, and made the best chicken pot pie. Unfortunately, she sprained her ankle, and I had to cover for her for another week.
"We should get going, I'm tired and I want to watch Friends." Liz said, picking up her Chanel handbag, which her oh-so-perfect model boyfriend bought for her, might I add.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my sister. It was just that sometimes I feel like I can't exactly be with her for more than 5 minutes without feeling sorry for myself.
We got out of her office, and she got the keys from her handbag and quickly locked it. I looked around.
The help centre was divided into three floors. The first floor was the cafeteria, reception and the waiting area.
The second floor was where Liz's office was, and was also the floor for teens.
The 3rd floor was for the older adults. It was already 5.43pm, and the place was deserted. We quickly walked towards the lift lobby and waited for the lift.
Liz was looking at the ends of her hair, humming the tune for the theme song for Friends.
A small ding was heard, and the doors opened. We got in, and I pressed the button for the first floor.
"Hi Lizzie! Hi Vanessa!" The receptionist, Amy, said, smiling warmly the moment the doors to the lift opened.
"Hi Ames! Aren't you going home yet?" My sister asked.
"My boyfriend's picking me up," She said. Liz nodded.
"Oops! Gotta go, there's a Friends marathon at 6!" My sister said, looking at her watch.
"There is?! I'm calling my boyfriend right now!" Amy said, picking up the phone.
"Bye Amy!" My sister and I said simultaneously.
"Bye!" She shouted.
We ran towards Liz's BMW, and quickly got in.
She started the engine, and we drove off.
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I wrote a new book! I'm so sorry! This is the first chapter, and it just gives you a brief description of the main character, Vanessa, and her life. Michael will be here in the next chapter! Also, I will be updating the next chapter once there is at least 2 votes!
