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RIVER
"I swear I will throw water on you!"
That's all it takes for me to snap my eyes open, groaning as the light almost blinds me. Stretching out, I get up from the comfortable bed I wish I could forever stay in.
Sabrina, of course, woke up one hour ago and is already dressed. I swear I don't know how she does it, is her bed deficient or something? How does she not want to stay there all day?
"Not cool, my hair is far too perfect today for you to ruin it," I point a finger at her, moving to the bathroom so I can clean my face.
"Your hair is always amazing, you are always amazing, but right now I need you to get ready the fastest you can," she places her hands on my shoulders.
"Okay, okay," I raise my hands in defeat.
Sab goes back to packing her bag for today while I change into one of my favorite skating outfits. It's a dark blue match of leggings and a snatched sports jacket that contrast well with my white rollers.
It's been months since I stepped into a ice rink and I can't wait to be on it again. Through the entirety of my life I was never able to explain the joy that it brings me to be on the ice, it's just a different feeling.
"Riv, your phone is ringing," my best friend tells me through the half closed door of our bathroom.
Fixing my hair into a ponytail, I return to the room and find where the buzzing bastard is. Who the hell calls me at eight in the—
"Hey, Dad." that's who, "Everything okay?"
"Hello, River, have you checked your email recently?" I bite back a hiss when I remember I only have it in my computer, "I'm guessing the answer is a no, I'm calling to tell you we have an event to attend this weekend."
I sigh, "But it's my first week of—"
"No buts. You know how important it is for families to present themselves in gatherings like these. Your brothers are coming too," the older man makes it clear there's no point in arguing.
"And Rina?" it's barely a whisper.
"Your sister should go as well but it seems she hasn't been in the mood to answer my calls, nor my texts, nor my emails." his tone become slightly harsher and I regret asking, "Have you spoken to her?"
Sometimes, "No."
"Then there's your answer."
My lips press together as the call ends but I'm left in thought. It's been god knows how long since I've seen Rina in person.
We FaceTime here and there but other than that we haven't actually hanged out in ages. It doesn't help that she's miles away either.
Guess it will be just me and two little monsters, again. And Dad, but he will be talking with all the important people that I have no interest to engage in a conversation.
Obviously, if I'm dragged to it I will be the kindest person they will ever meet. I'm good with people, I love socializing. But in events like these, they all only care about work and nothing else. It's a disease.
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