Guns & Girls

Guns & Girls: Book One

Guns & Girls

Maine sat on the edge of her bed waiting for her twin brother, Mica, to get home from school. She sat playing with her hair, twisting it, braiding it, putting it into buns. She ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it, then glanced down at her feet, then to her watch, then back to her feet. “He should be here by now!” Maine sighed. She heard a knock at the door, and leaped up. She shot to the door, her black hair flying swiftly behind her. She skid into the wall, then ran to the door, then flung it open. “Mica!” She cheered “I missed you today!” They walked down the hallway to the kitchen, where their grandma, which they called Mina, was cooking dinner. “You missed me?” Mica mocked “But you just saw me this morning!” He giggled. “Hey, Mina…” Miane asked, changing the subject, “what’s for dinner?” “Chicken, rice, and black eyed peas.”

“Sounds good, Mina!”

“Thank you, nieto”

“Mina… can Carlos come over for dinner?”

“I don’t know nieto… you’re still in trouble.”

“Please Mina! I won’t get in trouble anymore!”

“Yeah right! That’s what you said the last time!” Mica chimed in.

“Hey! Bud out!” Maine sneered.

“Why should I?”

“Because: this is an ‘A-B’ conversation! So ‘C’ your way out of it!”

“Actually, nieto…” Mina pleaded “Mica is right. You always say you’ll be good if you get something, then turn around and break your promises.”

Maine rolled her eyes and stormed down the other hall to her and Mica’s bedroom. Mica giggled and followed her, repeatedly saying “roasted” and “you got burnt”.

“Please, Mica! You sound like Ellie!” Maine resented “A child!” Maine climbed up the ladder to her bunk bed, laid down, facing the ugly, soaking roof. Mica climbed halfway up the ladder, stopping to where he could see her whole head. “I sound like Ellie?” he mocked “You act  like Ellie! Children pout when they don’t get their way, and you… you result to violence! And now that Mina is antiguo, she really doesn’t need your problems to deal with! You might be older by a minute, but I’m wiser by 10 years.”

“No! You just always think you right. At least I know how to fight, whereas you have to have your ‘less wise’  older sister to do it for you! I only started fighting because you got bullied because your a little idiot!” Shocked at her own words, Maine shoved Mica off the ladder, turning over the face the pastel green wall. “And I wish you’d leave me alone about it. Next time you’re in a bind, I’ll remind you of this. And you’ll either resort to violence or get beat up! And I’m not going out for revenge again if you do, Mica! I might even be laughing at you as you lay on the floor with a black eye and a broken nose!”

“I would rather get beat up then turn out like you, Maine!” Mica shouted angrily “You’re so difficult sometimes! You have no emotions! You’re like a pared de ladrillo, Maine! Ever since mom---”

“You shut up! You never knew her like I did! You need to leave her out of this, Mica!” Maine paused for a moment. She sat up, her hair almost touching the roof. “I knew her better. Way better than you, Mica. Don’t even bring her up!” Maine said softly.

    The sun shone through the blinds. Maine climbed down the ladder, still half-asleep; her messy hair shining in the light. He didn’t wake me up before he left? That’s odd. Wait! It’s Saturday!! She thought to herself. Maine ran down the hallway to the kitchen. “Mina!!! Mica!!!” Maine shouted as she searched frantically in the most odd places. She looked in the pantry, then the cupboards, then the trash can. “Where are you?” She searched for them frantically, but not really looking. “If  wear a old granny, where would I hide?” she thought out loud. “Nowhere!” She gave up and walked slowly to the couch. She turned on the t.v. to the news channel, as if looking for answers. “I come to you with breaking news!” A worried news anchor said, interrupting the live broadcast from downtown. “People are mysteriously disappearing.” he said.