The name's Sissy.
Yeah, weird name, I know. But my brother picked it, so...That's my name.
But I have everyone call me Sis for a good reason.
Anyway, I've had many, many travels in my time, and I have scars and collections to prove it.
If you want a story, go to my cousin Eep. She's a natural at telling her own sto-
Oh, you want to know MY story? People like you usually go her for that, but if you must insist...Sit down and relax, get the popcorn, and listen to your hearts content.
I might as well start here, at the very beginning...
"Eeeeek!"
"AH! DAD, Echo's pulling my hair again!"
Grub, the buffest and most muscled one of the family of five, groaned at his daughters' antics and quickly placed himself beside the wrestling girls to pull them apart.
"Knock it off, you two! Echo, stop pulling Sissy's hair!" He scolded, holding his youngest child and daughter, Echo, by the scruff of her Jaguar hide-covered neck to pull her apart from Sissy; AKA me, the older sister and middle child. But the tyke wouldn't oblige.
Echo was about three years old, so she was pretty ignorant as the child she was. She didn't listen to her father as she kept her iron grip on her sister's light brown hair, not loosening it even the slightest bit as Grub lifted her higher. That only made the situation worse by bringing Sissy up in Echo's grip, her feet nearly being lifted off of the ground.
"OW!" Sissy screamed, feeling the sharp pain ripping through the skin her scalp.
"ECHO!" Grub shouted at Sissy's pain, shaking Echo a little, also shaking Sissy. Tears stung at the bottom of Sissy's stormy grey irises, but the fierce 9-year-old didn't want to cry. At least, not cry in front of her father, who'd thought SHE was the most fragile one out of her brother and sister. She wanted to show tough stuff through this pain.
Then she shrieked as Echo pulled harder.
"ECHO! LET ME GO!" Sissy shouted as she finally reached up and attempted to pry her sister's hands off of her, but Echo's grip became stronger, if possible. The three-year-old's dark brown eyes stared at the long soft strands of Sissy's light brown hair almost hungrily, like a predator who had caught it's prey.
Grub, finally having enough, angrily picked Sissy from the ground and attempted to literally pull Sissy and Echo apart by wrapping his arm around Sissy's shoulders and pulled, pushing Echo's face back with the hand that was holding her.
Echo growled and chomped on Grub's hand, for it was on her mouth and applying pressure. Grub widened his eyes and howled as Echo's teeth dug into his skin, jumping around and using his other hand to let go of the older daughter, causing her to hang in the air as Echo was shaken by their father.
Echo shook the hand in her mouth ferociously, growling like an animal. That's when she finally loosened her grip on Sissy and turned her main focus on chewing Grub's hand.
Sissy fell to the cave ground, sniffling. That had really hurt...Her scalp was hurting really badly.
HEY, DON'T CALL ME A BABY! SHE HAD A TIGHT GRIP!
The 9-year-old brunette's pain was forgotten a moment later as she watched in amusement as her father struggle with her sister, shaking his hand frantically and shouting things out of pain as Echo kept gnawing on his skin. Sissy laughed hysterically as she flipped onto a small ledge to get a better view of the wrestling pair.
Her blue eyes watched as she rested her chin on her fists, leaning on her elbows and swinging her feet in the air as she laid on her belly, giggling.
Yep. This was some of the everyday life. I get my hair pulled, I cry, Dad gets bit, I watch...
AND IT IS HILARIOUS!
So, yeah, this was kinda short, but hey. I like it anyways.
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BTW, Sissy's mother and brother comes in after this chapter, and it's gonna continue IF I get at least ONE review...
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