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New country. New food. New main language. New surroundings. New everything.
Maybe a fresh start?
Maybe this was good for (F/n). Maybe this is going to be the time when she is the priority for someone. Maybe people will actually treat her differently. Maybe they’ll finally recognize her as a human being, rather than a shadow of her sister (more like a parasite in her mother’s eyes).
Maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay.
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“(F/n)? Are you up?” Rin pounded on (F/n)’s bedroom door like a maniac.
“Yeah,” (F/n) had been up for a while. She sat at her tiny desk, sketching the house they left in America from memory.
“Can you help me pick an outfit for school?” Rin asked as she opened the door.
“You have a closet full of clothes, surely you can find something that will suffice,” (F/n) continued sketching.
“Stop with the fancy talk, it hurts my brain,” Rin shook her head, “Please?”
“You’re asking me?” (F/n) set her pencil down and turned her body around to face Rin, “I get all of your rejected clothing and hand-me-downs, and you’re asking me for outfit advice?”
Rin realized that (F/n) was right and groaned before leaving her sister's room, slamming the door to express her frustration.
After she finished the final detail of the sketching of their previous house, She placed her sketchbook and whatever she needed for school in her backpack before slinging it over her shoulders and walking out of her room.
“Oh good, you’re up,” Ivy greeted her daughter from the stove in their kitchen, “Your sister isn’t ready yet,”
(F/n) hummed to acknowledge her statement as she walked into the kitchen.
