Sister: A Venturiantale Story

Sister- A VenturianTale Fanfic

Isaac's P.O.V

"Come on Bethany, Doctor Who is on," I said to my sister. "Coming, let me just finish this picture," she said. I went into the living room to find Jordan playing his piano. I plopped onto the couch and turned on the tv. "Doctor Who? Hey, wait I wanna join you," Jordan said walking over.

After the episode, I got up and walked to the fridge. Bethany walked in after me. "Sorry I took a few minutes, let's go watch the episode," she said. Jordan and I laughed. "The episode is over!" I said through laughs. "Oh well. Anyway, has anyone seen Cierra? I need her help in putting up a frame. Behind Bethany stood Cierra. She put her finger on her lip signaling me to be quiet. I nodded without making it obvious. "Boo!" Shouted Cierra. Bethany shrieked. "Holy Crowbars! What the heck Cierra! Come help me hang up my painting," she said. Cierra frowned, but followed Bethany up the stairs.

I opened up the fridge and found a liter bottle Mountain Dew. I was too lazy to pour it into a glass, so I just drank it from the bottle itself. "Hey that's mine! Don't drink it all Isaac!" Shouted Jordan. He got up, took it from me, took a few gulps, and put it back into the fridge. I punched him playfully in the arm and walked upstairs. "Ow! Quit it!" Jordan yelled.

He followed me up and plopped himself onto Bethany's bed. Bethany and Cierra were hanging up the picture in this wide hallway right across from a window. "Perfect. Great picture Beth," Cierra said stepping away from the picture in satisfaction. "We will be in Jordan's room sorting out the fan mail if you need us Isaac," Bethany said as she used a rag to dust off the edge of the frame. Cierra messed up my already very much messed up hair and walked down the hall to Jordan's room. "Remember to come get us if you need anything hon," Bethany said following Cierra. I nodded and looked at the picture Bethany had drew.

It was a young girl who appeared to be about 6-7 years old. She had dark brown eyes and really short, messy dark brown hair. The naughty expression on her face made me giggle. She had little safety goggles on her head which looked similar to Poet's. Her features reminded me of myself, or more specifically, of Allison. On November 22, 1998, not only Isaac Frye, I, was born, but so was Alexis Frye; my twin sister. I remember her naughty personality and her short brown hair which she had cut all by herself with a tool that she had created. I always played with her and only her. We did everything together. My troll nature and her naughty nature meant bad luck for the rest of the family. But Jordan loved her just as much as I did. She was probably his favorite sibling. Jordan was constantly showering her with love. We were both fussed over like crazy by everyone. For the past 11 years of my life, there have only been 4 Frye siblings. The 5th is long gone. I sighed at the memories and then turned my head to see Jordan walk out of the bedroom he was in.

"This reminds me of Alexis," I said turning back to the picture. There was a long pause, so I looked back to see why Jordan wasn't responding. His fists were clenched and his face was turning red. "How many times have I told you to never bring up this topic!" Jordan yelled. He picked up a Rubix Cube that was next to him and flung it at me out of anger. It hit me on my upper cheek and eye.

I winced and started to cry. But not because of the physical pain, the emotional pain. I've always hated making my big brother angry, and I would always try my best to only please him. Jordan is my role model, I look up to him no matter what happens. All of my memories of Alexis suddenly flooded my mind. I cried even harder. I fell to my knees in agony.