The Hawthorne Sister

Chapter 1

I, Lilith Bijou Hawthorne, was hungry.

Not the Jameson type of hungry.

The there-better-be-applesauce-in-the-kitchen hungry.

The problem was, it was 3 am. Now, I was faced with a near impossible decision: Stay in bed (nice and cozy) or get up to go get applesauce. See, this would have been a very easy decision, if I was going to eat anything other than applesauce.

Do I have an unhealthy obsession with applesauce?

Yes.

Am I going to try to stop it?

No.

But the problem was, I also loved sleep. I didn't like going to sleep (that makes me sound like a toddler) but I loved sleeping. And if I got up, you could bet I wouldn't return to my room.

I wondered if Grayson was up.

Knowing him, he was probably swimming.

Sometimes I don't get how we're twins. I like sleep, he thinks it's a waste of time. I like applesauce, he thinks it's for babies. He cares about the old man's approval, I don't.

Lie.

Fine, I kind of do. I'm just much better at hiding it. I have his (grudging) approval most of the time. Bribe, threaten, buy out- they're parts of my day-to-day life.

He wanted me to take over the foundation.

I didn't want to. Grayson has always wanted to, but I'd rather be free to roam around.

The only thing keeping me from doubting that we're twins is our looks.

I have long, really pale blond hair, paired with silver eyes. He has short pale blond hair and also has silver eyes.

Basically, he looked like me, if I was a boy..

Well, I guess technically I looked like him as a girl, since he was born first. 

Ugh. All this thinking meant that I was wide awake now. Time to get up.

I swung my legs out of bed. Looking around, I took in my room. This room had five walls. My bed was positioned against one. The walls on either side of it were bookshelves. The left one has a secret passageway to Gray's room. One wall had a bay window with cushions. That was my reading space. On the same wall, decorated daggers and knives hung from the wall.

What can I say?

Knife fighting's... useful?

I'm a Hawthorne, don't judge.

The only furniture was my bed, a desk, and a chair for said desk.

The last wall was an entrance to the main room.

The main room had 6 walls, and 2 doors. One led to the hallway, and the other led to the bathroom. The walls were a blank white, and the ceiling had a glass dome. You could see outside, but anyone outside couldn't see in. I loved it.

A Steinway sat next to a shelf of sheet music. I adored the piano. I guess I inherited it from Nan. 

In the middle of the room, 5 gray chairs sat. Considering my brothers were the only ones who went in here (apart from the maids), I only needed 5. I was a bit of a minimalist with some things. A coffee table sat in the middle of the chairs.

One of the walls had a... kitchen of some sort. It had a fridge, coffee machine (very needed), a stove, and an oven. To do: Restock on food.

Apart from the two doors, there was also an entry into a different room. That room was my... hobby room.