Witch Blood

One

"ORIANNA!" I shriek jumping out of bed. Sprinkles, my sisters black and white Pomeranian, jumps off my bed and trots out of the bedroom Orianna and I share, her tail in the air. I don't know who I am going to kill first, Sprinkles or Ori. I storm out of the bedroom on a hunt for my younger sister, my blood boiling. Sprinkles sits at the top of the stairs, a satisfied gleam in her beady little eyes. "ORI!"

"I didn't do it!" I hear her call from behind the closed bathroom door. I pound on the door angrily, the wood shakes beneath my fist. "Go away! It's my turn in the bathroom. I don't bother you while you are trying to wash your pits!"

"Actually, you do!" I snap angrily. She turns the music up on her iPod, Beyoncé blares from behind the closed door. I kick at the door with an angry grunt and storm down the stairs. My dad flips a pancake on the stove, his head turns to me as I walk in the kitchen. He eyes me wearily.

"Oh no," he says turning away from the stove. He can sense a storm from a mile away. He pushes his thick rimmed glasses back up the bridge of this nose. "What happened?"

"Orianna's stupid dog took a shi -" I begin.

"Language," he says holding up a hand, an exhausted look in his blue eyes. "What did I say about that kind of language?"

"Oh my god," I say throwing up my hands in disbelief. I don't care if cursing isn't lady-like, waking up to dog shit practically in your face isn't very lady-like. "You always take her side."

"I'm not taking any sides." He says setting the spatula down on the counter. He grabs a plate from behind him and sets it down in front of me, toast with an over hard egg and avocado on top sits on the plate. "I made your favorite. I know you aren't really a fan of pancakes."

"Dad, I'm serious." I say ignoring the plate. "Tell her to keep her fuc-"

"Language, Bellatrix!" He sighs, slamming his hands down on the counter. I narrow my eyes at him, frustrated. My dad is a single father to four teenage girls, being the oldest often means I get the short end of the stick more often than not.

"Yeah, language, Bellatrix." Orianna sashays into the kitchen, a smile on her face. Her blonde hair is curled to perfection, black eyeliner lines her pale blue eyes, and matte red lipstick coats her pouty full lips. The look in her eyes tells me she knows exactly what her demon dog did.

I lunge out of my chair and bolt for her. She screams and runs behind the counter, her wedges clacking loudly on the floor. She can't outrun me in those things, she wouldn't be able to outrun me even without them.

"Hey!" My dad yells grabbing me by the waist. "Please don't beat up your sister in the kitchen!"

"In the kitchen?" Ori stammers out, hands on her thin hips. "Where exactly is it acceptable for her to beat me up then?"

"Yeah, where exactly would it be acceptable for me to beat her up? Asking for scientific reasons." I say half-heartedly struggling against his grasp on me. I know if I really wanted to I could break out of it easily. But I don't. I have to be careful, showing off would get me nothing but a ton of questions I can't answer.

"Orianna, what did I tell you about taking Sprinkles out before bed? He... used the bathroom on your sister's bed again." My dad says releasing me. He keeps a hand on my arm, not sure if I'm going to take another shot at her. Smart man.

"It's like she is doing it purposefully! That dog hates me." I exclaim. Three months ago, my dad bought Orianna a dog for her birthday. Every day since then that dog has found new and inventive ways to terrorize me. Chewing up my shoes, peeing on my backpack, hiding my homework, and her latest trick, taking poops on my bed every morning like clockwork. She must sense the wolf in me, she must be trying to let me know who the boss dog of the house is.