I hate when my sister "borrows" my things. She has a full cupboard of her own, yet she still loves to take my clothes, shoes, make up; my things are her things apparently. Nothing is sacred. Ugh, sisters.
"heather! Where did you put my shoes?"
"I put them in your cupboard! It's not my fault it's such a mess you can't find them! "
I hate it when she's right, but my cupboard really was a mess. My shoe rack really had no use at all, it was falling to pieces and shoes were strewn across the floor of my cupboard along with a few stray t-shirts and other rubbish. I looked around and saw a glimpse of floral heel towards the back of the chaos and rummaged through to grab it when my hand bumped the back wall and to my horror the wall of my cupboard seemed to move, swinging slightly open like a door.
The Door
By stoodles
A short story about a girl who discovers a strange door in her cupboard. More