As I spun to the music, my body became fluid. This is what I was meant to. How I was supposed to live. But, I hadn't realized he had gotten in the way that much...
There is a girl, sitting at a piano, practicing the one song she can't get down. With her pale complexion and straight blonde hair cut short to frame her small pink lips and bright, doey brown eyes, she was by far the prettiest girl for her age. Another girl, still quite young, spins around the room to her sister's failed music with her doll, Lucy. Though sharing the same complexion, the girls are polar opposites in looks. The younger, Ginger, has long raven black hair and piercing blue eyes, her lips are a natural shade of red and plump. She is wearing a dark dress that comes to a tutu on the bottom, while her sister's is white with lace, long and form fitting, even the girls' ages were polar opposites, the eldest at 15 and the younger still at three.
Upon finishing a spin, Ginger inquired, "Why must you keep stopping?" the eldest girl, Sami, sighed and smiled down upon her sister.
"I can't seem to get this part down, Gin," She sighs softly and Ginger smiled up at her. Then her expression faded to a thoughtful one. Sami sighed once more and turned back to the piano. Even as she began playing, she stumbled over the tough notes.
"Then sing it!" Ginger suddenly screamed. Sami turned slowly and stared at the three-year-old, whom had her hands in the air, in astonishment. "That's what mother always said to do." Ginger said, slowly putting her hands down.
Sami put a hand to her mouth. "I know," She whispered and rushed from the room, tears streaming down her face.
"Sami!" Ginger calls toddling after her. Then she came upon the stairs.
How she despised stairs.
She started up, leaving Lucy on the third stair for good keeping.
"Ginger, you silly girl, what ever are you doing?" A woman in her mid-fifties asked the little girl.
"Oh, Nalah! I must reach the top of these dreadful stairs!" Replied the girl.
"Why?"
"Sami..."
"Is she going through another one of her episodes?"
Ginger nodded, her curls falling from behind her small ears. The woman sighed and started up the stairs to the older girls room. A whimper escapes Ginger's mouth and the woman sighed with a small smile and picked up the small girl, carrying her up the steep stairs. A high pitched scream rang through the house and the woman quickened her steps. Ginger peered through her hair at the upcoming door, her sisters door. She reached with her small hands at the nob and pulled. Then watched as the door swing open.
