To My Dear Cursed Sister (Nanowrimo 2014)

Leign Simpleton, is exactly part of her last name. Simple. Quiet but talkative. Nice but aggressive. Funny but doesn't have a close friend besides her next door neighbor Luke who often smelled like grape juice and always challenged her to basketball knowing himself that he sucks at it. She did the same routine everyday: prepare for school, go to school, talk to the same people about the same thing at school, then come home to change and either play ball with Luke or avoid him. She altered between the last two options each day.

But can she really go back to be being simple after a phone call from a sister that is supposed to be dead? Not likely. Not when their small narrow minded town had called her a slutty attention seeking troublemaker. The girl who always cried wolf her friends called her sister during elementary school. She always ran off, most times with a boy but one day never came back, no one saw it as a big deal until they've found pieces of her clothes 6 months later. The town along with the police assumed based on past behavior that she may have did it to herself for attention or she was good as dead. Leign preferred dead because the shame of her returning would've completely ended the family. But she never did.

Until now.