Okay, so, I'll let you in on a 'not-so-secret' secret.
Bryce Atkins is the kind of girl that can make you laugh, or make you cry (never me, of course). She'll either draw you in, or push you away (always the latter, in my case). To most people, she'...
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"You're overreacting, Brynn!" I shouted, running down the stairs of our house, with my sister not far behind me. She had the look of murder all in her eyes.
"Overreacting? OVERREACTING!?" she screamed as I continued the path down the hall straight into our kitchen. Using the large island in the middle of it to separate us, I moved everytime she did, making sure to keep her as far away as possible. "I AM NOT OVERREACTING!"
"Eh, you kinda are, sis," I shrugged, which only angered her more. When I saw her brown eyes dart towards the cutlery, I knew it was time to bolt.
"Get back here!"
But I didn't. I mean, come on, who would? Instead, I ran out the front door, hoping that in the odd chance I didn't make it out of this alive, someone driving by would see my murder and kindly make sure my sister got locked up.
"Woah, watch it, kiddo," my dad chuckled when I nearly ran into him.
Smiling like the innocent daughter I was, I swayed on my feet, holding my hands behind my back right as Brynn ran out with a butter knife aimed at me. Her eyes widened when she saw our police chief of a father looking at her questioningly.
"Uh...you okay there, Brynn?"
Nodding her head, she forced an awkward smile at him, to which he just shook his head.
"My girls. What am I going to do with you two?"
"You could ship Brynn to Mom's this school year!" I happily suggested, to which she glared daggers at me.
"Well, you could tell Bryce to stop hacking into my Instagram! Daddy, she posted a really embarrasing picture of me and already half of the kids at school have seen it!" she cried.
"Geez, you want some cheese with that whine?" I jabbed.
When her fingers clenched around the knife, I didn't hesitate to jump behind our dad and shout, "She's contemplating very illegal things, Dad! Quick, cuff her!"
"Alright, enough, girls," he sighed, reaching out and disarming Brynn before managing to thump us both on our foreheads.
"Ow!" we said in unison.
"Bryce, stop embarrasing you sister on social media, and Brynn, knives are for food...and boys that step out of line...not your sister," he said with a stern look before opening the front door. "Now, hug it out, or you're both sleeping on the porch tonight," he added with a cheeky grin before shutting the door and locking us out.
I guess Brynn didn't see that coming, considering her mouth was wide open in shock.
Clearing my throat, I commented, "Might want to pick your jaw off the ground, sis. Pretty sure bugs aren't your ideal snack anymore."
"I WAS IN PRESCHOOL, BRYCE! LET IT GO!"
Laughing at her reaction to me bringing up her old habit as a toddler, I left myself completely vulnerable to attack, which is why I was now on the ground getting slapped by my little sister. Granted, she was taller by nearly five inches, but she was also just days shy of being exactly nine months younger than me, so you might as well call us twins. Of course, this caused us to butt heads a lot, much like right now...literally.
