"Zoey! Zoey! Zoey!"
Zoey rolled over the bed and covered her ears with a pillow as she heard her sister's shouting from below. She was about to sleep again when she heard Paige, her sister, knocking at her door over and over again.
"Open, open, open, open!" Paige said.
Irritated, she sat up and said, "THEN OPEN!"
The door burst open, shaking the nearest shelf. She widened her eyes at her sister and threw the nearest pillow at her.
"Careful, you witch! That's my newest bookshelf!"
Zoey glared at her sister.
Her sister glared back at her.
"Pick up the pillow," Zoey said. Her sister did.
Then Zoey lay down the bed again and was about to close her eyes when the pillow landed on her face.
"What the hell, Paige!"
She bolted right into a sitting position, gripping the pillow and throwing murderous looks at her sister.
"No, sister," Paige said as her already widened eyes widened more, "What the hell," she continued, more in a whisper of disbelief.
Zoey raised an eyebrow, confused, still glaring at Paige for waking her up at 6:34 in the morning.
She's not a morning person at all.
"I must be crazy," Zoey said, again laying down and bringing the comforter over her head. "But, surprise, you're crazier. Confirmed. Shocker."
"No." Paige said, shaking her. "Get your lazy ass out of bed!"
"Do you blame me if the bed loves me?" Zoey said, a bit loudly. "And I'm not lazy!" she shouted. "It's just freaking 6 in the morning! Get it? 6 in the morning, Paige, 6 IN THE MORNING!"
"Okay, vampire. Keep shouting so that handsome lad downstairs would be totally turned off."
"Yeah sure. Because that "lad" is a switch, eh?!" Zoey rolled her eyes. "Nonsense." and as she began closing her eyes, she replayed what her sister just told her. Frowning, she slowly took the comforter away from her face and peered at her sister who's shaking her head and crossing her arms at her.
"I don't even know why we're sisters," said Paige.
"Please. Me either." said Zoey. "But, what did you just say?"
"What, like, from the beginning?"
"No, stupid. A while ago."
"Questioning why we're related--"
YOU ARE READING
wrong number
HumorZoey was about to check her book transaction on this certain online bookstore website when she dialed the wrong number and wrong person at the same time. { short story - epistolary - written in english }