My Dear Sister

Chapter Three

"Ariana, what are you doing out here?"

Ariel looks at everyone's faces and then back at mine for an explanation. I don't know how to say "these guys are much cooler than your peppy and judge mental, friends" in a nicer way. She dislikes it when I bad mouth her friends.

"I'm just hanging out with my new buddies," I finally answer, nonchalantly.

"What about our friends? They kept asking me where you were," she says looking everywhere but my eyes. Ariel is lying through her teeth.

"Don't you mean your friends? They don't care about me. All they care about is how many people in this school are willing to French kiss their butts. I can't stand being around them."

Ariel shakes her head. "You're wrong about them. They have been nothing but nice to you but you hate them because they're happy with themselves. I'm trying to get you to spend time with them so they're happiness can rub of on you."

It feels like I've been shot in my stomach about fifty times. I can't believe she said that out loud. She's making them sound like they're this perfect cult who will make me into this happy human being and I'm some black cloud. I wish she stood up for me like she stands up for them.

"You know what? Keep your friends. They obviously mean so much to you. You guys are all pratically sisters."

"But-" Ariel tries to say something but I put my hand up to stop her from continuing. She looks to my new friends who avoid any eye contact with her.

"I hope you made the right choice," Ariel says, her voice cracking midsentence. I hear the chatter of the students inside for a split second and then silence. My hand falls to my side once I realize that I stood up for myself. The bad thing is, I stood up to my sister, who is only trying to look out for me.

"Wow... family drama," Andre sighs, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

I chuckle a bit, only to lighten up the tension. "It's alright, we always make up."

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On the bus ride home, Ariel sat in the back of the bus while I sat in the front. I hate it when she's so dramatic. I peek over my seat and see her talking to some girl with medium length, brown hair and big brown eyes. I've never seen her before, she must be new. The bus stops at a corner and the girl heads off. Man her hips are wide yet she's sort of thin.

"Bye, Tori!" my sister shouts.

The Tori person waves as she walks off the bus.

"Bye, Tori!" I mock my sister, making her sound like the Wicked Witch of the West, loud enough for her to hear. Everyone on the bus laughs. I feel like a boss right now.

After like seven stops, the stupid yellow huge hunk of metal finally makes it to our house. The door opens and I'm the first one off. It feels so good to be home. I'm in the mood for-

My whole body gets pushed out of balance. I see Red, walking away with a smile on her face.

Oh it's on, bitch.

I yank her by her Sesame Street bookbag, that is so childish for a senior in high school to wear, and pinch her left nipple.

She shrieks. "You are so mean!"

She pulls my hair and I pull hers. She tackles me on to our neighbor's lawn and slaps me in the face. I push her off of me and throw my body on top of hers.

"Hey, you two, stop it!" I hear a familiar voice shout. Two large hands grab my waist to lift me off of this bitch, but I'm not getting off until I get to at least cause some damage to her. I grab Ariel's side and chomp.