"Whatever- sure- it's kind of pretty," Fauna pouts in reply to the sunset her feet dangeling off the creaky swing on the saggy porch.
"You realize it's summer," retorts Fauna's older sister, Gwin. Fauna looks thru her eye lashes at Gwin.
"I'm not stupid," she finally replies.
"Your wearing so much black," Gwin picks at Fauna's black lace shirt with the black tube top beneath. "Want me to braid your hair?" she chuckles. Fauna turns so that Gwin can weave her hair into a casual braid.
"Whatever," she replies.
"Are we gonna talk about the-,"
"Suspension?" Fauna scoffs picking at her hang nails. "No," she replies.
"Listen," Gwin licks her lips to begin but Fauna slices her words in half.
"I'm suspended okay? that's the end of it," Fauna rips up a dandelion.
"You shouldn't do that," Sighs Gwin. She pulls part of the braid to the middle.
"It's just a dumb weed," Fauna flicks it off the porch. After a long silence Gwin binds up Fauna's hair.
"I don't know what I'm going to do with you," she sighs. Fauna pulls her braid to the side and takes off the pony tail. She used her fingers to work out the braid. She uses the bind to put it up into a messy bun.
"Ya, I don't know what you will do," she retorts snottily, with a sneer- her eyes jeer at the fact that she ripped out the newly folded braid. She stomps off the porch. Gwin lets her hands fall to her lap with an exasperated sigh. Her hands had been suspended in it's position from when she binded her sister's hair.
"Oh, Faunie, what am I to do?" she sighs. She puts her face in her hands.
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Spirituala beautiful story about 2 girls, the girl named Melody who tucks dandelions into her hair, and a girl named Fauna who lost a twin at 4 who was named Flora. They both have things in there lives that are challengin until . . . Melody finds something...
