Better Late Than Never

Forget It.

<>Suggested song: L.A. By The Party.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXkCXuDxV78

I shuffle into the house, sapped of all my energy. I muster my remaining energy to yell to my mom, letting her know I was home. I walked upstairs being very slow. I was so exhausted I could barely walk up the steps. It's a miracle I didn't collapse on the first step, let alone any one after that. Gym was my last period and it was brutal. We played dodgeball, which I absolutely despise. Plus we do a dance sometimes at the beginning of class, which everyone hates. Except for maybe Gianna, because she was a dancer and she is in the dance club, too. She is basically the only one who could do the dances, because we have to copy the dances off of the teacher.

I shuffle in my room, flop myself over my bed, and sigh dramatically. My sister was already home.

She was facing the wall when I came in, either listening to music and completely oblivious to the fact I just came in, or facing the wall deliberately because she was still bitter about our argument last night. It was pretty bad. Maybe one of our worst, even. And we had some pretty heated arguments. Some remains of her lamp were still on the floor, and my bedside table was still on its side. I didn't feel like doing anything about it, though.

I plugged my headphones into my obsolete iPod and scrolled through it, looking for good music.

I hear her classic irritable sigh, and I see her sit up at the corner of my eye.

"Come on, I know you're ignoring me." She accused.

I stared at her with utter disbelief. "Um, excuse me, YOU" I pointed at her "are ignoring ME." I glared at her for a long period of time, which cause discomfort on her end. She looked away.

"I wasn't ignoring you. I was listening to music. Duh." She waved her iPhone at me, expecting it to be obvious.

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't see your fancy iPhone from here." I shot back.

"Fancy to you." She smarted. Then she smirked.

"Whatever." I mumbled. "Anyway, I just thought-" I started, but she interrupted.

"Don't. Even. If you mention last night, I will scream. Look, forget it."

"You say this every time! You tell me to forget it, but I don't! Cause look," I try to continue, but her voice overlaps me

"You always have something to say!" "You never shut up!" "I can't stand you!"

"Okay." She says with such an icy tone I stop in my tracks. I'm standing up by now and heading towards her bed. I do this sometimes. I get so wrapped up in something, I'm not aware of my actions.

"Just drop it." Each word she says knocks me back and before I know it she turns around puts in her stupid earbuds. Her corner she retreats to every time. This was becoming the norm around here. We fight and yell and she shuts me up with that tone and retreats to some remote corner. Then it's just a tense silence. I'm actually surprised it was over this quickly.

She knows how to shut me up, and I hate it. She knows all my weaknesses. I know none of her's. She knows how much it bugs me. She uses that power to start the arguments, and she always ends them.

I shrug it off, and play L.A. by The Party, a song I have recently become obsessed with. I then close my eyes, drifting off to sleep...

I wake to the sounds of Lydia grabbing a lot of crap from the fridge. I didn't even care. I glance over at the clock. 5:30.

I sit up sharply, fully awake by now. I had a ton of homework, and I didn't even start. I am a major procrastinator, by the way. I rushed to get my school bag, but I then realize it's on her side of the room. I threw it there.

I try to listen carefully for Lydia and any sign of her being anywhere near the steps. She always knows when I'm crossing the boundaries.

We get along so badly that we have to split the room in half. Our parents refused to get two different colored carpets and wallpaper, though. We already had black wallpaper, which we could agree on. We also got hardwood floors and saved our money for throw rugs. Which we throw. At each other.

My side of the room has purple all over it, basically. Purple bedspread, purple lamp, and some black stuff to match my wallpaper. I have some cute little glass figurines on the end of my bed. We also both have clocks on the wall. Different colors, of course. Mine is purple.

Her favorite color is blue as far as I know, so she has blue all over her side. She is a pastel goth kind of person, which I do not approve of. Her wardrobe consists of blue, light pink, and black. Her clock is blue.

We aren't allowed to cross each other's boundaries, and because it has happened so often before, we have both developed keen hearing, specifically for the purpose of knowing when one of us is crossing the other's boundaries. I usually only cross them for emergencies, but once I stole her blueberry gum, and she flipped. She is obsessed with blueberry gum, as I am grape.

This was one of those emergency moments. I leaned out as far as I could, and grabbed it. As I was mentally cheering for myself, I tripped. Hard.

I heard her running upstairs, I tried to get myself off the ground and I finally stood up. I then realized by doing so I made it look worse.

/\ Published on October 29, 2016. 4:02 pm. 986 Words. /\