Skating on thin Ice

Chapter 1

Authors note:
Joana is on the right while Allana is on the left.

Joana sighed as ran a finger through her short brown hair. She was awful at maths. She was awful at all kinds of homework. She was always the failure, the one who is never acknowledged for anything. Her stepsister, Allana, was the owner of that title. Always amazing grades. Always a model student. But Joana had something she didn't. Good looks. Her pale blue eyes shone like diamonds, complimenting her pale, porcelain like face and her soft lips were always a beautiful yet natural light red.
"This chart shows the number of big cats in a zoo," Joana read from the question sheets scattered with workbooks and pencils across her desk, "There are 20 cats in the zoo altogether. Here are some statements about the chart. Tick the statements that are true," She finished as she examined the chart and the four possible answers. "There are more cheetahs than jaguars, the total number of lions and tigers are 10, one quarter of the big cats are cheetahs, there are more than five jaguars...Um..." Joana mumbled as she began tapping her heel against the floor.
"Corey!..." Joana yelled out her bedroom door and across the hall to her mother and step-father's bedroom, "Can you help me with my homework please?" Silence. "COREY!" She screamed, now highly irritated.
"HELLO?! Oh, for god sake..." Joana huffed as she arose from her turquoise spinning chair and stomped
out of her room, around the stair banister and towards her parents door. Then she noticed how the door was slightly open. Whether they were in the room or not, Joana's mother always made sure the door was shut so their rottwieler Bella couldn't get in and rip everything to shreds, her only being a puppy and all.
"Mum? Corey? You in here?" Joana called out nervously as a sensation that felt like butterflies gathered in her chest. As she slowly pushed open the door and stepped into the room, she felt a cold gust of wind nipping at her bare arms and immediately regretted wearing a sleeveless shirt in the middle of autumn. As Joana descended further into the dark depths of the 'empty' bedroom, she began feeling around the wall, looking for the light switch.
"I swear it was round here somewhere," she muttered under her breath. Then she spotted it. On the other side of the room.
"Bingo!" Joana said as she began walking towards the wall that homed the switch. After about three steps, she then felt a warm liquid soak into the front of her black converse.
"Ew!" She yelled in disgust as she searched for the object she had trodden on, lifting her infected foot into the air. And then she really wished she hadn't. The thing she had trodden on wasn't a hot water bottle like she thought it was. Oh, no. Joana fought with her reflex system, forcing herself not to let the vomit come out of her mouth. She wished she hadn't looked. She wished she hadn't entered her parent's room. She wished she hasn't seen her mothers bloody corpse.