Never Go To A Club With Your Twin Sister At 1:30 AM

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WARNING:

This book was written when I was in the 6th grade. It literally needs to be redone from the first word on the first chapter to the end word on the last chapter.  You've been warned, so please don't leave hateful or crude comments. I can take the critisism, but there's no reason to be pissy about it. If you do plan to read this anyways...thanks. :)

Bite Me

One-Never Go To A Club With Your Twin Sister At 1:30 AM

Scrunching up my dirty brown locks into a pony tail, I roll my big brown eyes with way too much mascara on them. My full glossy lips in a scowl, giving the guy in the mini van the middle finger. Growling, my heels clicking on the pavement, I strut down the sidewalk at 1:30 am.

One word: crazy.

Having no way to get to my condo, the only option was to walk. Stupid club my twin sister dragged me to at one in the morning, stupid me for listening to her, stupid her for getting me into this mess, and stupid heels that will leave my feet with blisters for weeks!

“I need to get a car.” I mumble, wobbling like a penguin in the heels. My sister, being the stupid one she is, ditched me for some drunk guy. We walked there together, neither of us having cars, and now she’s off doing God knows what with a drunk dude she barely knows the name of!

If she get’s pregnant, It’s not my falt. I tried to talk her out of this.

“24 years old she is and she still acts like a teenager.” I growl to myself. Asking me for money, borrowing clothes, chewing gum 24/7, partying, drinking, smoking, the list goes on and on. When we were both 16, our grandparents died and they left half their money to me, leaving the other half to Nell, my twin sister.

They gave us one million dollars.

And, again, being the stupid, stupid, stupid, sister she is, went and blew off all her money on clothes, an expensive apartment, alcohol, and more crap. She didn’t even buy a car out of all the stupid stuff she bought. She even bought a tooth from Lady Gaga.

Don’t ask, I still don’t know where she got it from.

But, me on the other hand, put all my money into a bank for college and more important things other than teeth from pop stars.

I still have lots of money, and today, I was planning on getting a new car, since I just got out of college and into a new condo. Well, my plans changed. And here I am, walking in my sister’s slutty heels, makeup, and clothing, alone at 1:30 am.

Isn’t my sister something?

Turning into an deserted ally, the only way to get to my condo, I keep on grumbling to myself. “Please, tell me, why did I get stuck in this mess? Why couldn’t she bring her stupid whore of a friend with her?” I ask aloud. “Oh, gee, that’s right! She wanted some sister bonding. Well, going off with some drunken dude at a club doesn’t count as sister bonding in my book!”

A weird feeling creeps over me, like I’m being watched. I glance around the dirty ally for a brief moment. Trash cans, litter, bugs, glass, old weeds and cracks in the pavement. Nope, just a regular ally.

“What a great sister I have.” I continue. “Sisterly bonding.” I scoff. “Please. Last time we bonded was when we were 15, painting each other’s nails gossiping about how Johnny was so hot! Then she turned into some slutty witch and left me in the dirt! I mean, how could she do that?”

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