Too Young

Chapter 2: Tell Me Why

Previously...

Katrina found a letter for Katherine from their mom. We see Katrina emotionally damaged because of her mother's departure.

What will she do now with all of the questions in her head?

Chapter 2

Tell Me Why

I didn't sleep well that night.

There was just too much going on with my life right now. So many unanswered questions...

How could she just leave us without saying why? I deserve a legit explanation, not a petty one.

That just won't do.

"MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS IN THE YARD!"

My God. I frowned. Opened my eyes and rolled them. It's too early for this.

Katherine's practicing her singing again. NO. JUST NO. You can't sing Katherine.

I checked my phone to see what time it was. 4:32 AM.

4:32!? WHAT THE HELL?!?

Katherine never wakes up this early. But she loves to sing, even though the feeling isn't mutual.

HAHA. I'm mean. But how can I not be?

TRY BEING ME. It's so hard. Your sister's perfect. You can't find one bad thing about her.

Except...

Oh no. I suddenly remembered Erin's letter to mom. Yeah. I call her Erin because Katherine's just too damn long. HAHA. Lazy ass.

"MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS IN THE YARD AND THEY'RE LIKE IT'S BETTER THAN YOURS!" Geez. Erin.

CAN'T YOU EVER SING IN A NORMAL WAY?! lol.

I got up to my feet. My fuzzy slippers on. Oh wait no. Dad removed the carpet. I MIGHT SLIP.

Don't want to be scolded again. IT'S JUST TOO MUCH.

I walked toward Erin's room. My phone's flashlight on.

I knocked. Her singing stopped.

She opened the door. Smiled at me and invited me in. God. How can I even hate her? She's so nice.

"Good morning, Ina!" She said in a perky tone and she offered a hug.

"Morning," I said boringly. I'm not the touchy-lovey-dovey type. And gave her a hug.

I let go.

"So, what's up? Did you eat breakfast already?" WHY IS SHE SO PERFECT? UHHH.

"Uhm, no. I just woke up. No thanks to your singing," I'm such a NICE person.

"Is that so? I'm sorry. I didn't know that I was THAT loud. I had my headphones on."

You can really see the compassion and sincerity in her eyes. It was hard not to forgive her. Gahhh. I hate her for being so perfect.

"It's okay. Maybe God needs to wake me up," I joked.

"Why so? Thank God we're still alive today! Praise the Lord!" WHY ARE YOU SO DEVOUT?