The Opposite of Paradise

I know I deserve to be worshipped but there's no need to call me Jesus.

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"We hope you enjoy your flight aboard Flora Airways this morning," finished the flight attendant over the speakers across the plane.

I only took out my headphones at the last minute to hear if they were serving breakfast yet, missing pretty much all of the safety announcements as usual. Without bothering to pause the music still playing, I reached over and nudged Sephora in the ribs.

"Mia what the hell?" she said in response to my jab, eyes narrowing at the amused expression on my face. Her short blonde hair was curled to perfection, hovering just above her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless. She sat cross-legged next to me, wearing a tight black dress that barely covered her thighs paired with a denim jacket and tall cream heels.

Who dresses like that for a plane ride you may ask?

That would be my sister: Sephora Bentley. 90 pounds of pure fashion diva. Possibly the most uptight, self-absorbed, materialistic person you will ever meet, second only to the Kardashians – although I'm sure she would be just as annoying if she ever had her own reality TV show.

To her face, I call her Sephy, but to my friends and me she is known as The Princess. I think the name's pretty self-explanatory.

"I just wanted to know if they were serving breakfast soon? I wasn't listening," I replied with a smirk, watching as she tucked a curl behind her ear in frustration.

"Jesus Mia. Can't you just get my attention like a normal person? Like, oh I don't know, saying my name?" said Sephora.

"Sephy, I know I deserve to be worshipped but there's no need to call me Jesus."

To that she just let out an angry growl and stared in the opposite direction. As the younger sibling, it is my rite of passage to annoy Sephora as much as possible, and thanks to our polar opposite personalities it is all too easy for me.

"Didn't even answer my question," I grumbled under my breath before putting my headphones back in my ears.

I shifted slightly in my seat so that I could push up and look around the plane at all of the other leavers coming on the trip. It was a small plane, probably fitting only one hundred people inside, filled with teenagers all excitedly talking about the next few days of adventure.

Every year once the students finish school or University exams, there are various special trips you can go on to celebrate freedom for the next few weeks or so. But really everyone knows it's just an excuse for us to get drunk for a week and hook up with people we will never see again. My friends all went for that option, heading down south on a road trip stocked with alcohol, minimal clothing and lots and lots of boys. I, however, decided I wanted to make the most of my spare time and chose a week of touring New Zealand instead. I didn't know anyone else going, but Sephora did the trip when she finished school all those years ago, and my parents thought it would be good for me to follow in her footsteps.

Unfortunately for me, I didn't realise she would be coming with until a week ago when I was told she was going as a chaperone for the trip. I don't think I've ever screamed so much in my life.

As I felt the anticipation in the air, I sank further into my seat, hoping that I would make friends soon so I wasn't stuck with The Princess for seven days. It was unlikely that she would associate with me anyway, since she had already made friends with another chaperone, Abby, and I could hear them talking about their favourite shades of lipstick.