My sister was sitting on her floor leaning against her bed and reading a book. She looked up at me when I walked in. "You okay?" She asked.
I walked over and sat down next to her on the floor. "Yeah sort of."
This was usual. Every night I would come home from practice, and my dad would get mad and we'd argue. Then, I would run to my sisters room or we'd go to mine. We would stay there all night talking and sometimes fall asleep on the floor together. We were all getting sick of it. It'd be nice to just come home and have us all get along. Yet, I doubt that will happen. I leaned my head back against the bed and sighed. I could feel my sisters worried gaze on me. She always worries about me, thinking one day this will all get to me and I'll explode. That might happen but I don't know. I usually just let my anger go at the rink. All I have to do is take a few laps and I start feeling better, another thing I love about skating. "What are we gonna do?" I asked my sister without looking at her. "I'm getting tired of all this every night."
"I know, me too," she replied with a sigh.
She put her head against her bed too, and we just sat there staring at the ceiling for a while. Our silence was disturbed by a rap on the door. "What!?" My sister and I replied at the same time.
"There's dessert on the counter if you want some," my step-mothers overly sweet voice came through the door.
"Go away," I said impatiently.
"We're not that hungry," my sister said trying to make up for my attitude and giving me a look.
"Mmhm," came the disapproving sound that came from Latoya as she walked away from the door.
"Ugh," I groaned as I flopped down and put my head in my sisters lap. "She annoys me."
"Me too, but that doesn't mean we need to be disrespectful." My sister said in her motherly voice. She is very mature for her age.
I rolled my eyes, "I only respect those who respect me."
"Touché," my sister said with a laugh.
"Should we play our game?" I asked with a playful grin.
"Guess the weave!" My sister clapped her hands excitedly. We started this game when my sister was 6 after we met Latoya and she moved in. Basically we just guess the size, color, and cut of what Latoya will wear the next day. It's kind of stupid but it makes us laugh.
"I guess red pixie-cut," I said mid laugh.
"I was thinking bob-cut..."
And that's what we did until we fell asleep there on the floor with my head on her lap.
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Frozen Dreams
Ficção GeralA young teenager of 16 years old, Isabelle, falls in love with the sport of figure skating at age 5. With a younger sister named Ivey and unsupportive father and step-mother she deals with juggling school, sport, and social life. Soon does she unc...
