"Elliott, what the hell will it take for you to make it down the stairs in less than ten minutes? If you walked a bit faster maybe it'd be different, for crying out loud El, I'm not a complete moron and I know you do it just to piss me off!" I shrugged in response. Before you get anything mixed up, Ashley is not my mom, or my stepmom, or anything like that; she's my sister. We've been renting out a house together since our parents were killed in a car crash four years ago. It's been four years of Ashley yelling at me when it's that time of the month, but also four years of her reminding me that she's older and that I should 'listen to her once-in-a-fucking-while'.
"Oh dear, Ashley I'm so sorry I came off rude or disrespectful, it'll never happen again," I said in a mock apologetic tone, "So would you please fetch me your dear younger brother's car keys so he may leave this household." She glared but threw me the keys anyway, quite hard if I might add. I paraded down the hallway waving with my best beauty queen impersonation until I heard a snort and a thumping on the mahogany-stained laminate. I pivoted around to find my sister barelling towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist and tackling me to the ground.
"GET YOUR LUNATIC ARSE OFF ME, JESUS CHRIST ASHLEY." She looked down and smirked at me.
"Somebody's PMSing today, and it isn't me... well it is... but you are, too...." Her voice gradually got quieter to where she was trailing off at the end. I chuckled, an undertone of amusement rising to the surface, ecstatic to find Ash's one moment of awkwardness. While she sat there, re-evaluating her life, I assume, I stood up and brushed the dust off of my shirt. She rolled her eyes at me, for probably the hundreth time this week.
"Oh, and before I leave Ash, you might want to take the stairs at work today rather than the lift so that you can work off that extra ice cream pudge." I teased her, gesturing towards her midsection, hoping she'd know I was. In my opinion, I thought she was beautiful, and that girls who enjoy their ice cream are just as beautiful as those who don't and vice versa- unless they were a stuck up bitch, that is. Twirling the keys around my index finger, I stepped through the doorway, glancing over my shoulder to see Ashley flipping the bird, her eyes flaming. "Love you, too, sis."
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Thanks for still reading! I know all of these have been short chapters so far, but I'll try to update again in a few hours. Did anybody catch the Hunger Games reference? ( *cough* mahogany *cough*) I SHOULD REALLY BE DOING MY GEOMETRY HOMEWORK RIGHT NOW, SO THANKS AGAIN FOR READING, I'LL BE BACK SOKN
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Dreamcatcher
Teen Fiction"Elliott, are you ever nervous about all the possibilities... the possibilities of the people you love dying?" It seemed as if she had whispered it into the wind rather than me, her face tilted towards the infinite midnight sky dusted with glimmerin...
