Everyone finishes up their breakfasts quickly. Angela might be skipping school, but her bratty little sister isn’t, so she can’t take her time with eating. Even still, while she’s shoveling food into her mouth, she never looks away from you. She just stares at you with her empty eyes, burning holes into your tiny head. Angela is sitting behind you nursing a nice hot cup of coffee and trying not to groan out in pain from her hangover. The parents are gone for the week, something about a vacation in the Hawaii or something. Leaving the two sisters alone in the house with nobody to watch them. As they are cleaning up, you look towards the younger of the sisters, who are going to be taking you to school and thinks you’re a joke. Like her sister, she’s a brunet, but unlike Angela who has her hair falling down her back freely, Genie has hers in a ponytail. She’s only thirteen so you can’t really say if she’s attractive or not. You guess that if you were four years younger she might seem hot, but right now, she just looks like a pre-teen girl. Your reflections on her halt, when she walks towards you boldly. You back away slowly, not wanting to have anything to do with the curious high school freshman. Just as her hand comes towards you, Angela sneaks up behind Genie.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Angela whispers into Genie’s ear. Nearly jumping out of her skin, Genie turns to Angela, caught off guard by her sister popping up.
“I was just going to pick him up and put him in my bag. I don’t want to have to carry your boyfriend around in my hand like he’s some kind of pet mouse.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Angela tells her sister up close so their noses are nearly touching. “Genie, just take him right to school or your punishment will be swift and merciless,” she says simply, and then turns to leave. You watch your oldest friend leave on wobbly feet, still suffering the aftereffects of the alcohol you both binged on yesterday. We, at least she’ll get to sleep it off, you think bitterly as you’re left with Genie.
“Come on, you’re riding in my knapsack. Don’t touch my make up or eat any of my lunch or you’ll find out that I don’t wipe as well as my sister.” Nodding swiftly, Genie picks you up and you’re dropped into her open bag, none too gently. You sit down next to her algebra homework and a Snickers bar, waiting patently for another day of school to start.
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