Elise's Name

"Oh my God, Leslie you're so slow!" Moaned my older sister, Elise. Her busy inner clock was ticking, I could hear it from my perch on the bathroom sink that we shared. Her gaudy bracelets were noisy when she pounded on the white bathroom door. Everything is white. Elise is white, her hair is white blond, our bathroom is white, and she is probably wearing something white.

She was as anxious as I was for the family bonding trip, but we never realized how far apart we would become on our bonding trip. Not just me and Elise, but me and my family, friends, and existence.

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"What is your name, dear?" Her pale skin under the bright sunlight blinds my vision.

"Elise." I say, for it is the only name I can remember being called.

That must be my name.

Elise.