"Arbor, what do you think about this dress?"
I look up to see my sister twirling in a bright green dress covered with hundreds of pink flowers. The dress stopped at her knee and black fishnet covering the rest of her leg.
"It matches your eye" I tell her in a matter in fact way. I wanted to say so much more, I wanted to tell her that she looked like an absolute princess as always, but I have trouble expressing myself, unlike my sister.
"Does it? I didn't notice! Marco must have thought of that when he sent it." Palma says her eyes glittering with love as she said the name.
"Oh, did Marco buy it for you?" I asked as I met her eye. It was startling green that glittered every time she was happy. Palma was beautiful, it was no doubt. She was one of the most popular fairies, with hundreds of friends. Her enchanting eyes and perfect body also attracting as much men. Marco was Palma's boyfriend of 3 years and it was clear that she loved him with all her heart and he did too.
"Oh yes, it's for our third anniversary next week, I'm so exited." she says and she sighs at the thought. My stomach churns in envy as I look at her dreamy eyes. I try so hard not to. I try so hard to be thankful that my sister was so beautiful, but it wasn't possible to not feel jealous at her perfectness. She was pretty, nice and smart, what more could someone want from a fairy? Sometimes, I couldn't believe that we were from the same parents. I'm nowhere near as pretty as her, hell, I'm probably ugly as much as she is pretty. I'm not half as popular as her, I have two friends, and don't even speak about a boyfriend.
"Oh, well congratulations." I say, trying to add enthusiasm to my voice in order to push the envy in my voice down into the hole. But it doesn't seem to work as Palma's eyebrows crease into a frown and a pout forms on her gloss covered lip.
"Whats wrong Arbor?" she asks and I focus my gaze above her shoulder as I respond with a cold
"nothing"
Palma looks at me, eyes full of worry
"Sissy, did I upset you in anyway? I'm so incredibly sorry if I did so, I promise you, I didn't mean to." She tells me, her voice containing pure sincerity.
"No, everything is fine, I'm just worried about the wreckers." I say. It isn't a full lie, I am greatly worried about them. Palma thankfully seems to believe me and smiles a sad smile.
"Yeah, but I'm sure that everything's going to be fine. Oh god, look at the time, I have to return to my tree!" Palma exclaims. She rushes forward to me and pecks me on the forehead before spinning into a green mist.
YOU ARE READING
WRECKERS
Short StoryA tree fairy, Arbory has had enough of the people cutting down her friends and decides to take matter into her own hands after her sister is chopped and burned for light. She gives each family in the village a punishment for their act of murder of h...
