" Remember, Krise!" The boy in the red cap yelled. Krise gave a wave of acknowledgment, before running of in the direction of her locker. Suddenly someone popped up in front of her, and Krise gritted her teeth. Of all people, why must it be her?! "What do you want?" Krise narrowed her eyes at the girl in front of her. " Heard you got a boyfriend," Kaira said, taunting her. "Jealous much?" Krise shot back, marching past her twin sister, and heading to her locker. Never misses a chance to be a big mouth, Krise thought huffily. Identical twins, yet exact opposites. Not really identical, to be honest. Kaira had straight jet-black locks, like their mother, and Krise had fluffy sliver- blonde curls, just like her father's little sis, Anna Jones. The twins used to be the best of friends, until the day their mother died. It was two years ago, yet the wound still remained raw. Katlynn Jones was driving to work,7 am, 26 April. She was turning to the right when a sports car skidded from nowhere and crashed into her tiny one and it exploded. She was blown into bits. There wasn't anything to even bury. Kaira and Krise were only nine at that time. "Why are you not crying ?! Mum just died, you know! Do you even care?"Kaira demanded, glaring at her twin in pure fury. Krise felt her blood boil. "I do care! Can't you tell thar my heart is breaking?! Can't you tell that I loved Mum too?! Of course I care! I can't even bring myself to cry anymore. I want Mum back as much as you do. Don't you know, Kairane Helene Jones ?!" Krise screamed, her fair skin pale with rage and grief, her stomach aching due to sadness.
The screaming got the better of Krise. She clutched her stomach, whimpering with pain. Kaira just stood there trembling. " I hate you, Kristena Sophia Jones I HATE YOU! " With that Kaira ran out, sobbing. On the floor, Krise burst out crying and screaming as well. The memory made Krise clench her fist. She punched the door of her locker, flung it open so hard that it crashed into the next locker with a deafening bang. She dumped her school bag in it, then slammed it shut again, bolting towards the lush green soccer field.
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Apple of my eye
General FictionA dose of humour, a pinch of rivalry, a tad of jealousy........stir well, and add a juicy apple. What do you get? A crazy tale of a girl named Kristena Sophie Jones, about how a little change of heart can make a big difference, and about how the pow...
