The General

Chapter One: Sisters

Chapter One: Sisters

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There were two sisters that once loved each other. As they got older, their bond started to fade. The oldest, Myrah (My-rah), became very bitter and started to have a heart made out of stone. The youngest, Gwendolyn; me, was nicer than the oldest and not as pretty as Myrah. We were completely different. Myrah was spoiled and treated everyone as if they were less than her. She would only wear the most expensive clothing and jewelry. Myrah was very beautiful. She had long curly blonde hair that went mid-way down her back, green eyes the color of the moss growing on the forest grounds, small plump lips a light shade of a pink color and, her complexion was a nice alabaster tone. Myrah was not too tall and not short. Anyone or men, who have seen her, would fall to their knees and do anything to please her. Our parents were proud to know that they can easily have her married to a wealthy man that would support her and her family. Myrah was like the perfect child. I on the other hand was nothing at all like Myrah.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was a tom-boy. I played in the dirt and fight like a boy. I found wearing dresses and skirts the most observed thing in the world! How can you ride a horse or climb a tree in a dress?! I was a very active girl. I was like a boy in a girl's body. I was known as the mischievous sister because I did pranks and I was "not a lady". I did everything girls aren't supposed to do. I don't wear corsets with my dress or my stockings, I play around with the boys even though "A lady should never encounter a man unless she is being courted by him or he is seeking her hand." I broke all the rules. Being a girl was no fun. Boys got away with everything while a girl has to be "proper"! Of course I don't comply with any of that nonsense. My parents always looked at me as if I'm the disappointment in the family. Not really my father thought. In a way, I was the son he never had. My father and I have a great relationship. Whenever I feel sad or confused, I would go to my father to be comforted and loved. There are times when he seems worried about me considering the fact I'm different, but after a while, he returns his love to me. My mother on the other hand doesn't seem too fond of me. Maybe she even despises me. She's kind of like Myrah, so of course they get along. Sometimes I am jealous of their relationship because it's so close and every child should also feel their mother's love. Then again, father doesn't really show that much interest in Myrah. I guess you can say it's an even deal. But a sick one. Parents should love both of their children. In this family, that wasn't going to happen. Not any time soon.

Seeing men fall all over Myrah, makes me sick. I’m not jealous but, that’s so stupid. Yes she’s beautiful but she has a personality of a witch! Men don’t care how ever. I feel like this is a big reason why my mother despises me is because I’m not as beautiful as Myrah. In fact, I’m barely pretty. I have long brown hair with blonde streaks the same length as Myrah but, my hair is not curly. It’s dead. My eyes are a light green like leaves in the spring. I have plump lips like Myrah’s but my lips are a darker pink. My complexion is simply pink and pale, Despite the fact that I am out every day, I am very pale. I am inch taller than Myrah and my breast are slightly bigger than hers. I hate it. It makes it harder for me to be like a boy. Myra and I are two different people. We used to be the same until Xavier came…