Making Waves

The Kids Aren't Alright

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn. 
The kids are grown but their lives are worn.  
How can one little street 
swallow so many lives?

- The Kids Aren't Alright, The Offspring-

Lucy

"Loose, get up," her sister hissed, poking her harshly in the side. Lucy let out a groan, swatting the hand away. 

"Seriously, Lucy, something's going on outside," the poking continued, her sister obviously not taking Lucy's silence as rejection.

"Something's always going on outside," Lucy yawned, burying her face in her pillow. Her next words came out muffled. "There are enough Supers in the neighborhood to handle it."

"But Loo-oose, they might need us." And there it was. The whining voice that Lucy knew would be accompanied by the puppy face. She couldn't say no to Abigail's puppy face. It looked exactly like her own, and if there were three things Lucy loved, they were her siblings, pasta, and her own face.

Groaning, Lucy pulled herself into a sitting position. She yawned, rolling her shoulders and stretching her long, tan arms far above her head. Cracking open a blue eye, she saw Abi settled on her haunches at the end of the bed. She yawned again, glaring pointedly at her twin sister.

"So what's going on outside," Lucy asked finally, after a long moment of staring at each other. The tanned skin on Abigail's face colored, and Lucy felt a wave of uncharacteristic anger surge in her stomach. "...Nothing's going on outside. Am I right?"

Abi nodded, suddenly finding the quilted comforter very interesting. "You wouldn't wake up, and Clara thought you were dead," she said defensively. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, leaning back against her headboard. "I'm sure it was Clara," she muttered, watching as more red colored her twin's cheeks. "You know, sometimes I forget that I'm supposed to be water."

Abigail's eyes widened and she launched towards Lucy in protest. The older twin rolled away, sputtering as her brown hair landed in her mouth. She spat it out and glared up at Abigail, who twisted the bright orange hair at the back of her head innocently.

"You convinced that I'm fire now?" she asked, smirking at Lucy with red painted lips. Her sister narrowed her eyes, frowning at the sight of the makeup.

"Why are you wearing lipstick? Were you on a date or something? It's a school night, Abi." Abi rolled her eyes and blushed. 

"I don't date," she said wryly.

"No, you don't fu-" Lucy started, only to be cut off by her sister shouting loud enough that she probably woke Clara up.

"Oh would you look at the time!" she yelled, leaping off the bed and heading for the door. "I'll let you get some sleep. I can't believe you're awake at this ungodly hour - you, of all people!" Abigail slammed the door behind her as she left the room.

Lucy crawled back under her covers with a determined look on her face. As soon as she was snuggled beneath her duvet, she let out a long sigh. Abigail would be back any minute now. She had to be. They shared a room. (And the girl did return only two minutes later. However, Lucy was already asleep.)

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Lucy awoke to the sound of her screeching alarm clock blasting in her ear. She groaned loudly, shoving herself upright on her elbow just long enough to whack a heavy hand over the snooze button. The device quickly shut up, and the girl smiled, laying her head down to get some more sleep.