Mackenzi and Ricki: My Younger Sister's Best Friend

Chapter One

    Morning had finally arrived and as I extended my arm from under my duvet to shut off my alarm clock it stopped. Last night had been the worst night of my life… having been tossed aside by my girlfriend and then yelled at by my little sister I had gone to extraordinary lengths and drank myself stupid. Of course now I had to suffer with a broken heart, a headache, and now painful eyes due to the brightness of the sun. I sensed my sister stood waiting for me to get up for college but I couldn’t face anyone.

My younger sister, being eighteen and incredibly mature was completely identical to our mother. Her hair was a beautiful shade of blonde and she had stunning light blue eyes, she was rather slim and petite… just like our mother had been. She was beautiful too and I hated that my male friends would drool over her, it was disgusting. Her name was Jessica and unfortunately we had to be born on the same day just an hour apart.

Now she spoke in an angry tone as she threw back my duvet.

“Get up Moron, we’ll be late.”

I reached for my duvet again and pulling it over my head, I responded with a sour tone.

“No thanks, I’m not well and I can’t be bothered with facing everyone.”

Again she threw back my duvet and reached for my glass of water, throwing it over my face and then she slapped me.

“Don’t be so pathetic, you’re supposed to be a guy. Now get up and if you’re unwell it’s your own fault for all that alcohol you decided to intoxicate yourself with. She isn’t even worth it so just get up.”

I sat up and put my head down as I tried to shield my eyes from the ridiculously bright sun.

“Pass me my sunglasses out of my bag please, the light hurts my eyes.”

As she passed me my sunglasses she glanced around my room and sighed, putting her hands on her small hips.

“Are you a nocturnal animal or something? Mackenzi how can you sleep in this, it’s disgusting. Empty beer cans and pizza boxes?”

I scratched the back of my head as I yawned then I spoke in a bored tone.

“Jess I’m not really in the mood for a lecture thanks. I’ll sort it out… soon.”

Jessica reached over my bed to open the curtains and gave a sarcastic laugh as she spoke.

“Yeah right, listen I’m not mother ok, I can’t take care of you Kenzi but if you keep acting this way you’ll be dropped from college. You have twenty minutes to get ready.”

She wasn’t our mother that was right so why was she acting like it all the time? I could take care of myself right? Once she’d gone from the room I got out of bed putting my bare size nine feet in some pizza. What has actually happened to me? It wasn’t Jessica’s place to look after me; it was mine to look after her.

Our mom had passed away almost two years ago now and we’d never even met our dad… he hadn’t even bothered to contact us or came to her funeral. We didn’t really have any other family either because our grandparents had eloped to France after writing us all off. They had ignored my plea for their help when our mom was really sick and we needed the money for her operation. I hadn’t told Jessica about that though because I knew she would be upset about it. She had been really close to our mom and their bond had been so strong. Now Jess wore a locket that mom had given her before she’d died, which is the one she had worn and Jessica had admired. It held a picture of our mom in it and me, on either side. On the day of mom’s funeral Jessica had thought that I didn’t care, but I had been keeping my emotions sealed to be strong for her. I had been there by her side along with Jessica’s best friend, Ricki Morgan… now there was someone that despised me with a passion. I had no idea why really but it didn’t matter as I didn’t like her either. Yeah Ricki is a girl, but I have fun teasing her about her boy’s name.