My Wonderful Sister

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
The weekend shortly after my Grandma revealed her secret plan, my twin sister set fire to the curtains.

Submitted: June 08, 2011

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The weekend shortly after my Grandma revealed her secret plan, my twin sister set fire to the curtains. A dramatic act, I know, but my guess was that was the only way she could think of that would get through to Grandma. My grandmother’s secret plan? To send both me and my sister to boarding school. She claims that if she put us through that place then we’d have a more prosperous live later on. I accepted her idea without a second thought, knowing that is was impossible to change her old, withering mind. However, my sister was unlike me and instead of accepting it, decided to revolt from our simple little loving family by soaking Grandma’s crisp and clean royal green curtains with lighter fluid and held a match to the fumes. Needless to say Grandma was not happy at all, and instead of doing what my sister wished she dragged us up to the school building, kicking and screaming, a year early. With a huff and a sigh I accepted my new life in the women’s boarding school, but my sister, as always, began to revolt in various ways. At first her acts were petty and self inflicted. Dying her hair from strawberry blonde to black, switching her make-up from her usual light and almost airbrushed feel to something that would make the lead singer of a punk band proud. With her raccoon eyes and thick layer of neon lipstick it was hard for anyone to tell we were related at all. Not to mention the way she dressed. Unlike the rest of the school, she refused to wear our uniform and instead would walk around in anything else she had, fluffy pink bunny slippers, overalls, practically anything. One thing never changed though, she always wore the small, timeless diamond ring that was identical to mine. In a sense, the ring symbolized how we would always be together no matter what. Our mother and father leave us forever with our grandmother, no problem we still have each other. Our grandmother forces us into this evil school, whelp it could be worse. Without each other I’m sure we’d both be lost in the world. After a month of teachers scolding my sister for her new appearance they started to turn a blind eye, viewing the situation as a little girl just fishing for attention. Once the scolding stopped my sister widened her revolt to more extreme levels. Releasing a couple hundred frogs into the principles office, replacing conditioner for hair dye, harmless pranks resulting in more dentitions and community service tickets. However, that didn’t stop my sister from doing even more. Releasing frogs turned into dissecting them, scattering its body parts among the teachers belongings. The hair dye in conditioner changed into super glue instead of eye drops. In a couple months my sister had gone from public nuisance to a terror of the school. Where was I when all this happened? The library mostly. I tried my best to turn a blind eye to my sisters actions so that when she came to me wanting a person to listen to her troubles, I wouldn’t judge her. When we did talk the topics were always strained; What was the other learning in class? Did the other make any new friends? When the subject did fall on my sister’s pranks on the school, she’d happily brag about it. Raising her voice higher as she told the story of how much of a success the prank had been. While her response to her ‘jokes’ were that of comic enjoyment I’d always scowl and try to change the subject or give up talking to her all together. Her ideas of what was ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ had changed along with her actions. It was somehow ok for her to pull a knife on the teacher because the project he assigned was too hard for her. It was all right for her to skip classes all together and ‘hang out’ with her friends doing god knows what while she let her grades slip. Every time I asked her why she was destroying her life she’d laugh snidely claiming I was destroying my life by doing what everyone wanted me to. She explained how she’d been introduced to someone who understood her, and loved her like a daughter. However, when I tried to get any details about the person from her she’d lash out. These new verbal fights began to drive a wedge through our important relationship. Instead of telling my sister about all of my problems I began to write them down, and as for what my sister did I don’t know. Soon the school year ended, and it was time for the students to relax and visit with their parents. Both my sister and I were disappointed when my grandmother didn’t pull into the black asphalt parking lot of our boarding school that summer. With a sigh my sister trudged into the air conditioned school, escaping the summer heat. After a minute of scanning the road for Grandma’s familiar beat up red van, I decided to follow her while carrying both our things inside. Once I’d reached the inside of the building I couldn’t see where my sister had went. After a few seconds of contemplation I decided to visit the library and wait for Grandma there. As I strolled down the appropriate hallways it my arms became tired from carrying both mine and my sisters things. Feeling disappointed for the second time that day I flung the bags against the hallway wall. Quickly, I grabbed my journal from my backpack (one of the backs I’d packed) and vented today’s series of problems. Slowly, my mind, hot with anger, began to cool and I was calm enough to try to make it to the library again. Steadily, I got up and heaved each bag over one of my shoulders. Once I’d reached the fifth bag, I rested for a few seconds then threw it over my shoulder. I was surprised when it didn’t connect with the other duffel bag already on that arm, but instead bounced off of something and came tumbling back to the floor, taking me with it. I looked up from my jumbled heap to find I’d knocked a young police officer with my bag. Apologizing as I struggled to stand on my own two feet again, the officer helped me up and asked where I was heading. I quietly told him my destination was the library and he offered to carry my things there for me. Grateful, I accepted his help and handed over my sister’s belongings to him. Heading to the library, we began to talk. At first, I listened to him describe his family, and how his own daughter was going through cancer treatments. Then, when my turn to talk came I told him all about my sister. Mostly it was about how proud I was of her for always being there for me. It was reassuring to know that through thick and thin we always had each others backs. He’d nodded his understanding, and stopped in front of the library door. We exchanged goodbyes and parted ways. With mine and my sister’s bags in front of the library door, I entered the now dark room. My sister was there, pouting with her back toward me, I still remember the hazy dark clouds that shifted around her, enhancing her meager mood. Hesitantly, I made my way to my sister to see what was the matter. Once I’d called out her name, complaining for some help to drag the bags into the library, and she didn’t answer I knew something was amiss. Once I’d reached the table where my sister sat I rushed to grab her shoulder. Only to feel her shoulder squish together under her cloths. My eyebrows furrowed, as I looked at the scene before me. The thing that sat on the chair was a couple pillowcases stuffed into the outfit that my sister had been wearing that day. It’s head had a black shadowy wig that matched my sisters dyed hair. It’s face was horrifying the eyes drawn on the rough cloth of it’s head, had been folded and stitched shut, while it’s mouth was frozen in the position of a hunting scream. However, all this was nothing compared to the small diamond ring with a rolled up piece of paper in it hooked on a chain around it’s neck. Hastily, I took the note, read it, then went dashing out of the library toward the young officer. The note had said something simple, but it means so much. “You’ll never see me again.” Was it another prank from my sister? Had she been kidnapped? Either way I stilled searched for her. I’m still searching for her even though I have children of my own. I’ve never found her, the note as rung true. I’ve never seen my sister since that day.


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