Ohmyg-d it feels good to post again. I'm supposed to be revising for my mocks, so I've had precisely no time to write, but I was practically going crazy, so here ya go. Enjoy people!
Cori was trying to cook. Emphasis on the trying. And cook is a fairly loose term. For clarity – she was standing in the kitchen, white as a ghost from being covered in flower, her normally reddy-brown, streaked hair now positively gray and the 'bread' she was making has all the consistency of runny porridge. Which she couldn't make either.
Her electric-blue nail polish was chipped beyond belief, and now her fingers were covered in dough to boot. She glared at her hands, as if the mess was somehow their fault, then ran her fingers through her hair and made an annoyed 'huff' sound, which she did when she was frustrated, effectively making her hair even whiter in the process.
"Cori!" called her Mum from the loo. "Cori, answer the door!" Cori started. Oh yeah, the doorbell. She sort of zoned out the door and the phone, they weren't usually for her.
"On it mum!" called Cori, and clattered out of the kitchen, glad to get away from the fumes of burning bread, wiping her hands on her apron as she went.
"Who is it?" she called, crossing the hallway towards the door.
"It's Callum..." Cori frowned, confused, as Callum never went to anyone's house so far as she knew, but laughed slightly and reached for the handle. But the door wouldn't open, as if Callum was holding it closed from the other side.
"Callum, what...?" began Cori, seriously confused, but Callum replied, or rather gasped, "Is there anyone else with you?"
"My Mum's in the loo..." said Cori dubiously, one eyebrow raised.
Callum released the door, and Cori opened it. Then she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, for once knocked speechless.
"I'm sorry Coriander. Can we come in?"
Callum was standing on the top step, his clothes tattered and ripped, his nose broken and bleeding, his face bruised... and carrying the unconscious body of his twin sister.