A/N: Okay, so this is my first story ever written, and I feel special because I wrote it at school. Hope you like. I feel like I should tell a little more about this story, so I guess I will. Okay, so 2 sisters. This is like WAY preRENT, but it goes along with it. Trust me. Mark and Roger are 13 and 16 as well.
Their names were Mimi and Sara Marquez, and they were sisters living in East Village, New York City. Sara being sixteen, and Mimi only being thirteen..
They sat in Mimi's room, holding each other very tightly as their parents fought outside their door. They could hear the screams and shouts coming from their mother and father. They hated it when this happened…especially Sara hated it when they fought around Mimi and her.
"YOU STUPID PSYCHO BITCH!" shouted their father Scott. He was a loving father, and he hated fighting around the girls. "ME?!" shouted back their stepmother Marie. She was an alcoholic, and everyone in the family knew that right now, she was drunk.
Mimi and Sara had tear-stained cheeks, their long brown hair getting in the way, and their eyes were glassy, showing fear and sadness instead of happiness and joy. They were then scared shitless when they heard glass shattering against the door. They tightened their grip on each other, Mimi crying softly.
"Sara…I'm scared." Whispered Mimi, trying to be strong and not cry.
Sara rubbed her little sister's back, trying to calm her down. She didn't know exactly HOW to calm her down, because she was scared herself. She hated her parents fighting, especially with her little sister around. Then, an idea came to mind.
"Meems." Whispered Sara. This was possibly her best idea yet.
"What?" she whispered back.
"How would you like it if I got Mark and Roger here with us?"
"Please!" said Mimi, grabbing the phone.
Sara smiled and dialed their number. Mark and Roger were best friends, and they lived together. Sara got to the last digit when the door flew open.