My Sisters Voice

My Sisters Voice 

oR: June 7 11:45 PM

Genre: Friendship/Genral 

Rated: T

Hello! Well, I've decided to start anew for the Watty Awards! Since I  

have 5 months to do this, I'm gonna need some help! And even though  

this is like a sister-to-sister thing, this is gonna KINDA be a sad  

kinda story. But there WILL be romance, but nothing over PG-13 or I'm  

disqualified. So this is PRETTY easy for me (since I'm in the range of  

10-13 and not one who actually writes...ya know, the S word. It ends  

with X and there's an E in the middle...)!

Hope you like!

Chapter 1

"Rebby! Rebby! Wake up! Mom says it's breakfast time!" My younger  

sister, Serina, said, jumping up and down on my bed, her dark black  

curls bouncing around. I rubbed the sleep out of my emerald green  

eyes. I smiled at my sister of a 13 year old. For her age, you would  

expect her to just yell for me instead of being a bubbly sis with a  

cute personality. Maybe.

"I'm up 'Rina. Tell mom I'll be down in a jiff," I said. She nodded  

and skipped down the steps, happy for today's agenda. I was not. I  

looked at my new room. White walls and a beautiful balcony to my  

right. My curtains were an ocean blue and I could hear the ocean  

outside. Malibu was beautiful, but it was a LONG drive to my school.  

We had just moved to California from New Jersey. I still missed New  

Jersey. I sighed deeply, smelling my mom's cooking. 'Yum' was my only  

thought.

I jumped out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. I took a quick  

shower, brushed my teeth, my hair, blow dried it, then selected what I  

was going to wear today. I chose a blue and green blouse with khaki's.  

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I had tanned skin from the  

summer, straight, shiny brown hair, and pretty green eyes that I  

inherited from my mom. I walked down the spiral staircase. I  

remembered what me and Serina had done on the railing on our first  

day. We ran up the stairs and slid down, me behind her, holding her by  

the waist. I still remember her giggle that she couldn't supress. It  

was a great memory.

"Hey pumpkin! You're mom made a good breakfast!" That was my dad. He  

had my brown hair, but sparkling blue eyes. He was a really cool dad.  

He worked as a computer specialist-as you would call "geek"- but he  

played hoops with his friends back in New Jersey, so he was pretty  

fit. He was orginally from Tenessee, so he has a LITTLE accent in his