My Shy Sister is a Killer (slow updates)

My shy sister

The alarm glared into my face beeping. Graoning i grabbed my glasses from the nightstand.

7:30am

Pulling the plug the dramatic sound of it shuting off filled the room. Looking out my door, the bathroom light shines through its open door.

"Yes!" i grabbed my clothes for school making a bee-line for the bathroom.

After a shower and putting on some worn jeans i looked in the mirror. After a few dramatic poses i began to brush my teeth.

Knock knock

"Jack" a soft voice came outside the bathroom door.

Rinsing my mouth quickly i looked for my shirt.

"One sec Max" sighing i noticed my dirty shirt on the sink, meaning i sent my clean one down the shoot.

Sending the dirty one down, i made my way back opening the door to see my younger sister standing there.

Max only came up to my chest with a small frame. She had deep blue eyes with her dirty blonde hair.

I laughed a little looking at her giraffe pajamas as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

"Your adorable Maxie" she snapped her head looking straight at my face.

"I am not now i really have to go. So please move" even when angry she was polite. "And jeez get a shirt"

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I walked into school feeling confident that today was going to be a good day. My girlfriend, Cali, laughed as she put her phone away looking at me.

"Hi babe" nudging her side i opened my locker.

"Hey!" she said leaning back on the lockers. "Omg hi Max"

Max smiled a little and waved nervous.

"What do you need sis?" i looked at her very confused of why she was in the senior wing of the Highschool.

"Hes back at my locker again" she shifted where she was standing.

Cali looked from her to me. She took Maxs hand quickly and started walking to the freshman wing with her.  Max had a big bullying problem when she started high school. You would think that after a few months these kids would stop.

"Hey!" Cali yelled as i quietly followed behing my pissed off girlfriend.

Two teens stood by Max's locker with smug looks on their face. They had their fist filled with paper.

"My sketchbook!" Max ran to the empty covers on the ground.

I growled and hissed behind closed teeth. Her beautiful drawings were now torn and held by these filthy scums. Hours of time spent locked behind closed doors with a pencil and a few color pencils were now so easily laughed at.

"You as*holes" teachers walked by, I clenched my fists.

"She is worthless" one spat on the ground missing my little sister by a few inches.

Cali swung back hard her hand colliding with one of the two boy's cheeks. Stumbling back surprised the boy held his cheek. Teachers began to turn and look at what was going on. Quickly grabbing Cali's wrist I held her back. Beside her protests I eyed both boys.

"Come back and there won't just be two of us" I warned and dragged my enraged girlfriend to our late class.

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I never watch the news, I just don't. It was never appealing to me in any way. I sat in the same spot on the couch as I always did and clicked on the tv. The news had started a new story.

"Two teenage kids found shot to death in Elm Park today-" the lady started with tears in her eyes.

Holding the steaming Mac-and-Cheese in my lap I was, more or less, interested.

"Andrew Keller and Drew Fleck attended Grandene High School as freshmen" she continued as pictures of the boys appeared on the screen. "Andrew had come home with a large bruise on his right cheek that after noon as told by his mother. She pleaded for him not to leave the house, but her son had left anyways."

Those where the kids who had been mean to Max earlier today. Deep in thought I put my bowl to the side and walked upstairs to Max's bedroom.

"Max?" I opened her door, without knocking.

There my shy sister stood, covered with blood. With a gun in her hands.

My sister was a killer