Broken halfs.

Chapter 1: Oslen sisters

Theresa's POV

"Stay with me Tess, I'm not the killer" My sister Maya laughed as I ran away from her in 'Among us' the game we play nearly everyday.

"Pink is sus"
I type in the comment section of the game, she hissed at me annoyed. I giggled a response.
The count down to the eliminations begin and 'pink is eliminated', turns out she was the killer. I jump up to my feet screaming with Joy.

"I knew it" I laugh in her face.
She throws a pillow at me. "You're so annoying" she rolls her eyes getting up from my desk not interested in the game anymore going to lay on my bed.
"Come on sis. It's not that deep" I smile at her knowing that gets under her skin, she scoffs.

"Olina What's wrong with Maya" I ask my eldest sister who had just entered my room.

"She's mad dad wouldn't let her meet his
business partners son" Olina says applying lip gloss to my lips and rearranging my hair.

"Stop babying me" I step away from her frowning.
Im the youngest of the Oslen sisters and Olina constantly babies me while I constantly annoy Maya.

I think it's equally that way.

" Dad did what?" I go back to the topic needing further explain. I didn't quite understand.

"Dad's business partner wanted one of us to meet his son for a date or something. Dad knows I'm gay and that you don't date and he said no to Maya and that's why she's mad" Olina explained to me slowly emphasizing each word as if my IQ wasn't greater than her's. I roll my eyes but add nothing more.

"His being so childish. I don't know why he wouldn't let me meet him" Maya pouts annoyed. I giggle slightly at my sister calling my dad childish.

"Maybe his saving the hunk for you" Maya gets up threateningly taking slow steps towards me.
"Ohf please. Dad doesn't even let any guy get near me let alone play match making for me." I scoff at her shoving her away from me. "your delusions" I lay on my bed next to my Olina.
She and Olina laugh at my reasoning as Maya takes her place beside me.

Olina is 20 and should be in collage this year however due to financial issues she's not going yet. Don't get me wrong.
We're not poor or rich, we're actually a bit above middle class.
Nearly close to the rich however dad's company fell back a year ago and we had to transfer to a smaller school while Olina didn't want to go to a small collage. She only settles for her dream College.

I believe dad will pick up the company soon though.

Maya my other sister is 17. We go to the same high school.

I live with my sisters, my dad and his wife.
My mom and dad divorced a year after I was born. I'm not sure why.

"Earth to Jena" Maya snapped me out of my thoughts by clapping her hands loudly to get my attention.
"You're gonna be late" she reminds me.

"Thanks sister" I run and grab my black knee high boots excitement seething in me yet again. Checking myself in the mirror one more time i re-arranged the messy bun I made with my braids and slang a shoulder purse over my shoulder that complimented the black thigh short, flair dress I was wearing.

"Be back soon. I've got a date with Eden I can't miss" Olina reminds me hopefully. "Of course" I reply with a shrug.
Eden is Olina's girlfriend. They dated on and off since they were 9th graders. She's like Maya and I's sister at this point. Well sister-in-law.

***

"Tee" Lala skips towards me and I do the same meeting her in the middle for a hug. This is why I was excited. I always am when meeting my Bestfriend.

Every Friday Lala and I meet up for a meal to catch up since we live so far away from each other. And every Friday we make sure to meet!

"You look so beautiful babe" she compliments with a wide grin, I laugh with a slight blush.

"It's a given. Not so sure about you" I say cockily. She laughes fanning herself with her hands dramatically obviously feeling herself.

No doubt she looked breathtaking with her waist long blond hair parted in the middle flowing behind her. She had on a long ankle high dress that sat perfectly on her good slim figure with white heels.

As delecate and fragile as she looked it was no doubt this girl was a fighter. She takes no shit from anyone. I guess like me it's the way she grew up.

I grew up as the younger daughter.
Always pampered and never have to work for anything while she on the other hand had a tough childhood.
From jumping from one parent to another, she had to work for everything she has and everything she is now. Nothing other than worn out clothes and shoes where ever handed down to her.

She's 17. Going 18 next year and things remain the same. I'm 16 turning 17 in six mouths.
"Come on lets go" she snatches my bag from me, throws it on our table booth and grabs my hand steering me along with her.

We run out the cafe laughing. "Ice cream?" I ask and she nods.
"Of course" she says with a frown as if me asking was an insult to the desert.

So like us to have desert before dinner. Nothing unusual!