In the Name of Order

Chapter 4: Define family

"Willowwwww." I hear Mathea's voice from the other side of the door, and I wait for her to barge into my room.

She looks more happy than usual, and a huge smile has taken over her face.

"What do you want?" I say, smiling at my sister as I do so.

"You should spend time with me. I know your workload will grow a lot, so the best time is now. We can watch a movie."

I won't describe Mathea as an attention seeker, but she is the happiest when she receives it. I know she is right; she's correct to believe my workload will grow.

In previous years, we'd get into an argument about how often I brush her off, but the argument was never serious. Mathea would frown as she attempted to make herself cry, hoping her displeased expression would convince me to put down my books or stop training for us to spend more time together. It rarely worked, but I occasionally gave in to her requests. I do like spending with her. Honestly, I enjoy her presence more than many. It just seems that are schedules clash.

"Don't tell me about work, Willow." Mathea frowns. "Okay, maybe you'll be a little behind, but you'll catch it up in no time."

"I don't have work, T. Come here." I pat on the space on my bed, motioning for Mathea to sit next to me. I completed my Studies' work for the day after classes ended. As for my Gifted classes; they only begin tomorrow.

Mathea then throws her body towards me and wraps her arms around me. I laugh as she does this, remembering how I once teased her for her short arms and tiny hands. There's no problem with them. I only like teasing her to see her reaction. She often laughs in response, but there has been times when she would insult me back. There have been rare occasions where she would choose to leave my presence; hurt that I'd go 'too far'.

My mother once told me to be nicer to my sister, but when I brought this up with Mathea; she warned me off it. Mathea likes the banter between us.

"What are we going to watch?"

"What genre are you in the mood for?" I ask Mathea, spitting out a strand of her hair that has just fallen into my mouth. "Get off me."

"We can watch an action movie," Mathea laughs as she lifts her weight off of me and sits on the spot I previously motioned to, "or we can watch a comedy. Maybe a romance? You pick."

"I don't mind any."

"Ugh, I'll just ask Dawn."

"You'll ask Dawn?" I give my sister a hesitant look as she brings up her friend's name.

"I told her I'll ask you to join us. She and I were talking about watching it in the lounge."

"You know I don't like your friend," I say, remembering the time Dawn shoved me out of her way in the hallway, and I was slammed into the wall.

It doesn't matter that it didn't hurt. It's just rude to do that. It makes me even more angry when I remember how beautiful she is; she's a dark skinned girl with a broad nose and freckles covering the width of it. She's also short and has red hair. She dyed it recently.

"You met her when she was having a bad day. Anyway, you don't have to talk to her, Wills, we're only watching a movie. We can watch Haunted."

"I don't like horrors."

"It's actually a comedy," Mathea then coughs and mutters under her breath, "you wimp."

"Did you say something?" I raise my eyebrows, and Mathea does the same, pretending to be confused by my question.

"Hmm." We remain silent for some time, only staring at each other as if to challenge the other to say something else.

Mathea then laughs as she jumps off my bed, taking my arm in her hand and attempting to pull me off of my bed. I laugh with her.