“Amelia, would you be a dear and pass me the scissors?”
Amelia rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the floor with a loud sigh. She stepped over her sister and picked up the scissors from the kitchen table. She carried them back into the living room and stopped beside her sister.
“Bella, you’re in the way,” Amelia said.
“Step over me then, doofus!” Isabella snapped, not looking up from her phone.
Amelia smirked. “But I might drop the scissors on you.”
“For goodness sake, just bring me the scissors Amelia!”
Amelia stepped over Isabella, kicking her legs on the way and handed her mother the scissors.
“What the hell is your problem?” Isabella asked angrily as she stood up.
Amelia opened her mouth to answer but felt a light tap to the side of her face. She whined at the light sting and looked at her mother. “What was that for? Bella’s the one who said hell!”
“You had better start behaving Amelia Rose, because I can assure you that I won’t stand for that childish behavior,” Mrs Tryst warned. “Now sit down and be quiet.”
Amelia sat down and crossed her arms as she scowled at the TV. At that very moment, Mrs Tryst smiled because Amelia looked like the little girl she truley was again.
The door opened and Mr Tryst hurried in with a gust of wind chasing him. He closed the door and let out a long sigh. “What a day,” he called from the hall.
“Go and help your father dear,” Mrs Tryst told Isabella softly.
Isabella nodded and stood up. She stretched and walked out into the hall to aid her father. “Hi daddy,” she said as she stretched up to kiss his cheek. He smiled and tucked her long dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Have you both been behaving for your mother?” he asked.
Isabella smirked and took his coat. “The usual,” she replied, hanging up her father’s coat to dry from the blizzard outside. “Amy got told off.”
“My little Amelia in trouble… Never,” Mr Tryst mocked, making his eldest daughter laugh. He walked through to the living room and smiled at his youngest daughter. “Hello you,” he said walking over and bent down to hug her.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
Mr Tryst sighed. “I’ll be right back,” he said and left to get the door.
Amelia frowned. She walked over to the window and looked out to try and see who was at the door. She felt a presence beside her and squinted through the whiteness.
“What’s up with you?” Isabella asked.
“Something doesn’t feel right,” Amelia mumbled.
