My perfect life

Chapter 1

The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies...

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Blossom stares up at the ceiling, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. She doesn't understand why she's crying-there's nothing to cry about! she lives in a perfect town with a perfect family-a perfect life!

She releases a sigh and turns under her pink flannels blankets to look at the electric clock. 11:23. She pulls the blanket up farther to cover her bare shoulders until it poking at her chin. She sniffs in deeply and looks across the room at a black shape.

The shape is more of a bundle, rising and falling with soft snores coming from it. Her sister. She flips back to the other side and looks out the window. The moon shines brightly over her house, casting an eery yet comforting light over her house her perfect house.

And she continues to cry.

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Blossom sits on her knees, her arms pressed flat on the window sill so her hands are clasping. She places her chin on her clasped hands and stares glumly as a silver mini can pulls out from the driveway next to hers, driving past her house. She watches it drive off until it turns a corner, leaving her view. Leaving the town.

A warm hand brings her from her glare and she shifts over. A girl plops onto the couch next to her but she refuses to meet her magenta eyes. She has no intention or patience for a pep talk from her sister.

"You know it's not so bad," she tries, glancing her deep pink eyes at Blossom. Blossom sits back on her legs but refuses to look at her. She sighs, tucking a strand of loose orange hair behind her ear, and stares at a table in front of them. She starts to follow the tan cracks in the wood as she waits for her younger sister to respond.

"How so?" Blossom finally sighs, flipping onto her butt like her sister and looking at her. She stiffens under the intense gaze from Blossom's light pink eyes and finally turns to meet her challenge.

"Now you'll get a chance to meet new people. We both will!" she says, plastering a totally fake smile onto her lips. Blossom snorts in consent and glances back at the window.

"I bet a couple of old crabs'll move in. Big us all the time," Blossom says, frowning as she fantasizes the possibilities. Her sister laughs and grabs her hand, startling Blossom with her sudden warmth.

"I promise, we'll defeat them together," she says, her eyes locking with Blossom's. Finally Blossom releases a laugh and her sister joins her. "Just promise me you'll keep your spirit."

"I promise," Blossom whispers, smiling. Her sister joins her and the two sit there, enjoying each other's presence. "I love you, Berserk."

"I love you too, Blossom."

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5 years later

"Blossom get down here before your breakfast gets cold!" Blossom's mom yells. Berserk glances towards the stares, expecting her little sister to come bounding down them, to no such luck. "Blossom!"

"Coming!" a voice calls out. Blossom comes down the stairs, in a pink shirt with black volleyball shorts. Her floor length hair is up in its usual ponytail.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad, Berserk," she greets, kissing her parent's cheeks and plopping onto a stool next to her sister.

"Ready for your last week?" Her mom asks eagerly, handing two sacks to the girls. Blossom grabs one with a pink B and Berserk grabs the one with a magenta B. They open the packs, switching fruits and same hicks before snapping them closed and placing them back on the black counter.