You're Mine

1: Cousins

"How do I look?" Jane asked her younger cousin as she twirled around in her hideous bright pink dress. "You look nice." Barbara responded, not bothering to look up from her book. Jane marched over to her cousin, "Pay attention Barbara!" She snatched Barbara's book from her hands, "Wuthering Heights," Jane read the title, "What a stupid book. Why are you reading this mush anyways?"
"It's the only book your mother has in this house that's worth reading... And it's the only one I'm allowed to read." Barbara spoke, referring to her aunts copy of 50 Shades Of Grey. Jane chucked Wuthering Heights back at Barbara. She skipped over to her make up table, Jane sighed, "I don't get why you read books at all. There a waste of trees if I say so. And you're supposed to be the tree-hugger of the family. Didn't you climb up that tree to save it from being cut down that one time?" Jane applied pale pink lipstick.
"No." Barbara stood up and set her book on the bedside table, "That was Uncle Sam..."
"You sure?" Jane raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Barbara nodded.
"Oh well. You're all the same, you tree-huggers. You can never tell one from the other." Jane smiled at herself in the mirror.
"Are you ready yet?" Barbara folded her arms.
"I am." Jane turned to face her cousin, "But obviously you're not. I mean look at yourself. I wouldn't exactly call you Cyndi Lauper... To think about it, I wouldn't even call you Hilary Clinton." Jane started laughing at Barbara. Barbara stared at her clothes, she was wearing her favourite dress and her best shoes. She couldn't see anything wrong with it, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"You have to be kidding me? It's not just your clothes. Like seriously, have you seen yourself lately? Your hair looks like dreadlocks gone wrong, your lipstick is the colour of a baboons ass, your nose is so pointy that you could stab someone in the heart and kill them. And let's not forget you giant jaw! You could park a truck on that thing!" Jane almost fell over with laughter. Barbara hated Jane with a passion. She made fun of everything that Barbara did. Jane thought she was so cool just because she was 5 years older than Barbara. Anger and sadness built up inside Barbara, she had to get out of that house or she would end up doing something drastic. Barbara ran out of Jane's house, she didn't want to go to the bar with Jane anymore. Barbara knew where she wanted to be - with her boyfriend.