SUNSET ORANGE'S POV
"Rock!"
"Paper!"
"Scissors!"
"SHOOT!!" We yelled. She had rock and me paper. "HA! I win!" I yelled. "Whatever." Ro huffs. I chuckle and walk into the kitchen, Ro trailing behind me. "Best 120 out of 125?!" She yells. "No matter what I know what your gonna play, so no." I say, shaking my head. I open the fridge and pull out the tub of assorted fruits. "Are you scared?" Ro asks. I laugh again. "Not gonna work Ro." I say. She huffs again and stops out of the kitchen. I shake my head again and leave right behind her.RED ORANGE'S POV
I was so sick of her winning! There is no way that twin telepathy is real. She has to be cheating, right? "DAD SUNSET'S CHEATING AT ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS AGAIN!!" I yell up the stairs. From where I was standing at the bottom of the steps, I hear Sunset laughing. "No I'm not I played fair and square, Ro is just jealous because she keeps losing!" Ro yells in response to my false accusations. I huff and stomp of the stairs. I AM SO DONE! I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE CAN JUST GET AWAY WITH THINGS LIKE THIS! I open my bedroom door and walk over to the bed, slamming the door behind me. I face plant on my soft orange-ish, sand-ish, canopy bed. My bedroom has a theme of a nice beach. The orange pallets come from the sunset in the background, of the beached theme. Sunset's room has the theme of a starry night. I don't know why either because she has never stayed up late enough to even see a starry night. But whatever, I don't care. I hate when they all gang up on me. UGG I CAN'T WAIT TILL I'M 18! ...Actually I can. That will be a part of my life I wanna share with my family. But anyway, they anger me sometimes. "Ro! Do you wanna walk to Aunt Purp's house with me?!" Sunset's voice calls up to me. I raise my head and immediately notice tear prints on my pillow. I hadn't realized I was crying. But now that I did, all I wanted to do was cry. I wanted sit in my room alone and cry my eyes out. But I wanted to be alone, not have people barging in on me. "No thanks I'm fine!" I respond. I lay back down and put some music on. I pull the blanket on and let the tears free fall.
SUNSET ORANGE'S POV
I walk to Aunt Purp's house quietly. I didn't think the game was that important to Ro. Now I felt bad. You could tell by Ro's voice that she was crying. I feel bad because I didn't mean to gloat, I feel bad because my twin, my everything, was crying and feeling depressed. What am I gonna do to make it up to her?
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Colored People
HumorThis isn't racism, this is crayons. What would our world be like if the crayola colors were people and the cra-Z-art colors were just some freaky ass parallel twins that crayola hated? I've been wondering too. THIS IS A LEMON STORY!!! DEAL WITH IT!!