Storm

This was written by a teenager, if you aren't ready for the most dramatic piece of literature in your life--start preparing.

It's Siggy's eighteenth birthday today. They should be happy, shouldn't they? It's such a huge milestone but they just can shake that god awful feeling stuck in the pit of their stomach. They walked their dog that morning and could sense what was on the horizon for them--A storm. The storm that plagued them for years, it brought about rot, and emptiness and hallowing sadness. (Is that the excuse their using now? To ignore the fact their a lazy, pathetic, waste of space? How original.) It's a party though! They've got cake, their sweetheart boyfriend and their sister to distract them, and maybe, they could actually have a nice time, just for while.

Where is their sister?