Moon and Stars

Luna

"NO! LEAVE ME ALONE, STELLA!" I yelled at Stella as she forced her perfect little self in my room, asking for my stash of liquorice for like the 100th time in a row. "I TOLD YOU NO! IT'S MINE!"

Stella snorted and shot me a smug face. "Oh, don't worry," she said, sarcasm clearly evident in her voice, "I won't ask a single thing from you again, selfish pig."

I threw my bedroom slippers at her.

"MOM!" She yelled, calling my mom from the corridor.

"SHE'S NOT YOUR MOM!" I screamed at her, to make things clear. "I never wanted to meet you, little brat!" I continued ranting. I couldn't stop. This little brunette ruined my life the moment she came to me. "I lost my dad, and he was closer to me than my mom! And now, YOU are trying to steal all that's left of my real parents!"

"Oh, so now I'm the thief here??" She asked, putting her hands to her waist. "I had to move away from my very comfortable home, where my family and I lived for the PAST 70 YEARS! And now, all of a sudden, for you and your mom, I had to leave the only home I've ever known, and transfer to a living hell!" She screamed at me, blaming everything on me.

"Maybe your mom shouldn't have been such a drunkard," I muttered.

"Maybe your dad shouldn't have gotten his stupid cancer!" She yelled at me.

I didn't respond. I couldn't.

She stalked out my room, closing the door with a SLAM.

Once I was alone, I took out the last gift my dad ever gave me... right before the cancer took him, he gave me something that I would forever treasure.

From my jewellery box, I took out an expensive locket, with a small photo inside, and 3 people smiled out at me— my mom, me, and my dad.

It was from my 11th birthday, just 7 months before he began to suffer. Little did I know then that it would be the last time I'd see him smile like that. The memory made me have mixed emotions— happy and sad at the same time, because I missed him so much.

I sat down on the accent chair at the corner of the room. I was so engrossed in my locket, I didn't realise my stupid stepsister left some clear slime on the chair!

I sat down on it, and suddenly felt the slime on my pants.

"STELLA!!!" I screeched, and I lost it. "MOM!!! STELLA PUT SLIME ON MY CHAIR, AND ON MY PANTS!!!"

I ran down the stairs, fuming, and looked for my mom. Once I found her, I showed her my slimy bottom. She sighed, clearly tired of this routine. When she told me to call Stella, I felt victorious. I thought I actually managed to get her in trouble.

I was so wrong.

"Girls, please! I'm so tired of your bickering and arguing," Mom said, looking at us sternly. "It's always the same old story, the two of you pulling some foolish stunts, blaming the other, and getting each other in trouble."

Stella and I both denied it and accused each other at the same time, leading to a heated argument between us two.

"ENOUGH!" Mom yelled, and she doesn't usually raise her voice. When she does, I start watching my back. We both stopped bickering.

"You two," she jabbed her finger at the two of us, "are acting like brats. I'm very disappointed, not to mention frustrated. Because of the behaviour of the both of you, you're both grounded for the rest of your lives, until you two learn how to get along!"