Short Stories!

My sister's keeper

I can't remember when I started to notice something was off with my sister. Was it when she successfully stole from convenience stores? Or successfully lied her way into the theatre at the cinema without paying for a ticket? Or when she hot wired someone's car and drove it as hers for a whole year? Or when nana died and she wouldn't stop laughing uncontrollably. I never judged her or tried to report her, she's my sister. My best friend.

"Marlene, do you want to come with us?", I look up from my phone and look her up and down. She's in a short red strapless dress, with a low back and black heels. Her face is full of make-up and her hair is flowing behind her. I look at Sara, her bestfriend, who's in a black mini skirt and matching transparent crop top. It doesn't take a genius to know where they are going.

"To where?", I still ask anyway.

"Um, a little party. Mum and dad won't be back for another week. Let loose and have fun", she replies with a smile. She doesn't want me to let loose and have fun, she just doesn't want to feel bad for leaving me alone. And she knows I'm the only who can talk her out of doing anything stupid.

"I don't know. I'm kind of busy", I hold up my phone and wave it in the air.

"Doing what? Texting AI?", Sara replies and they both laugh but Margot quickly covers hers with a cough and shrugs when I shoot her a look.

"Come on Marly, it'll be fun. I promise"

"Fine"

I stand up and put my phone in my pocket. They stare at me and I gesture towards the door.

"She's not going with us looking like that", Sara folds her arms as they stare at me and Margot nods in agreement.

"What's wrong with this?", I look down and take in my baggy white tee and faded blue jeans. I'll put on my converse and I'm good to go.

"Yeah, no darling. You don't have to do makeup but we definitely have to change that outfit. Please Talk to your sister"

"Please Marly?"

"Ugh, fine"

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I shift uncontrollably as I stand in line at the entrance of the club. Margot and Sara are trying to see if they can cut the line and I'm standing at our spot in case they're unsuccessful. Not that it is possible. Margot has a way with her doe eyes and sweet sultry voice. The way men give in to her demands sometimes surprised me. She knows the power she has and takes advantage of it, every chance she gets.

They forced me into a blue dress with thin straps and a low back and even forced me to wear wedges. My hair is in a slick ponytail and they applied eye shadow and lipstick to my face since I didn't want makeup on. Margot gave me some of her jewelry to wear and a matching purse to keep my things in. It's not bad, it's just not something I would wear on a normal day.

"Marly! Come on", I tilt my head a bit and find Margot waving me over with an excited look. I knew she would do it. For once, I'm glad she's cunning and a good liar. If there's one thing I hate, it's standing in lines.

I quickly leave the line and rush to the front where they're standing. I'm about going in when the bouncer stops me and gives me a one over.

"She's your sister?", he looks between Margot and I and she rolls her eyes subtly before plastering her Damsel in distress smile and nodding her head. "She doesn't look like you"

"She doesn't have to. She's still my sister. Want proof?", she whips out her phone and shows him her wallpaper. A picture of both of us about two years ago when we went on a road trip. "Happy? And besides even if we weren't sisters, I want to go in with her. Is that a problem?"