Just an idea I had!
I own nothing but Lucy and, unfortunately, Amydiel. (sadly, when I was eleven, I thought she was a cool character.)
Sorry for the typos, and please, tell me what you think!
Lucy Jackson just wanted a peaceful evening at her apartment, alone with Chinese take-out and a rented movie. It had been a long day at the spa she worked at, and it was her turn to relax.
Those plans went down the toilet when she walked into her living room to see her sister, Amycate Manwameldiel (who insisted she be called Amydiel as a 'nickname'), sitting on her couch.
Amydiel (as Lucy begrudgingly called her), was probably adopted, Lucy liked to think. Her hair was an alarming shade of red, but she had streaked it with black and pink. Her eyes were usually a scarily neon shade of green, but had been known to change for no reason. She was tall and slim, but her chest size far surpassed anything conceivable.
Not only were her looks annoying, her personality was too. Arrogant, silly, insipid, and useless were all words Lucy used to describe her sister.
Amydiel never missed an opportunity to call Lucy 'dumb blond' or 'stupid prep' or, if she was feeling really superior, 'college drop out'. Never mind that none of these were true- Lucy was a pretty smart blond, did not consider herself a prep, and had stuck out all of her years at the community college.
Amydiel would argue that if she went to community college, she couldn't be smart, but Lucy would point out that, unlike Amycate Manwameldiel, she didn't want to bankrupt her parents.
"Lucy! You're home!" Amydiel practically screeched, throwing herself into her sisters arms.
"Argh- Amycate, get off me!" Lucy said, trying her hardest to pry herself from her sisters clutches.
Stepping back, Amydiel gave her a 'dazzling' smile. Momentarily, Lucy wondered if she bleached her teeth.
"I's so good to see you again, Lucy!" the redhead said with what sounded a lot like false cheer.
"Um, what are you doing here?" Lucy asked, raising her eyebrows and kissing her peaceful evening goodbye.
"I need your help!" Amydiel said, suddenly distraught. Another thing Amydiel was knowen for- PMSing like crazy.
"Are you pregnant? Did you catch an STD? Dammit! Amycate, I told you that if you wee going to roll around in the hay like a skank to use protection! I mean, you'd figure at sixteen you would know that being a slut has consequences!"
"OK, first of all, I'm not regnant, and I don't have a STE, or whatever." Lucy was so relieved to hear this that she didn't even bother correcting her, "Second, I never sleep with more than one guy a week and when I do it's not 'cuz I'm a slut, but 'cuz we are in true love."
"Oh, dear lord. Do you believe it when-"
"Look, Lucy, I came to you because you ruined the LOTR movies for yourself by reading the books."
"I didn't ruin anything! The books are better." Lucy insisted, though she knew her sister wouldn't listen.
"Whatever. Look, my point is that I found a way into middle earth, and I want you to come with me so I can prove you wrong about the books being the original."
"Pretty much nothing in that sentence made sense." Lucy said, "But I now realize you are stupid and delusional. Go away."
"Look, just come with me, okay? What do you have to loose?"
"Gee, my time? My sanity?" Lucy said, meaning every word.
"If you don't come, I'll never leave. Mommy and daddy won't mind, you know. I'll just live here. I'll use your things, I'll eat your food, I'll send you into credit card debt, I'll make fun of your friends, I'll kill your love life, I'll sleep with guys in your bed, I'll break your-"
"Okay, fine, I get it! I'll come with you!" you insipid little girl she added to herself.
"Great! Now go change, you can't go to middle earth looking like a tramp." Amydiel said.
"Says the girl in black leather pants, a fuchsia corset top, and nine-inch stripper heels," Lucy pointed out, trying not to seem to disgusted. How had her parents let Amycate dress like that? if she had tried walking out like that when she was Amycate's age, she would have been grounded for a year. Maybe her parents had just given up on AMycate. Lucy would have by now, too.
"I don't mean tramp like ho, which by the way, I so don't look like, I mean tramp, like, Lady and the Tramp."
"First off, you do look like a whore. Second off, I don't look like a tramp," Lucy defended, crossing her arms.
"You're waring gray sweatpants, a stained tank top (and that peach color? So doesn't look good on you), and a black hoodie. And it has a rip in it!" Amydiel said this like it was a crime. "I look super sexy and bad-ass. You look like a she-man."
"You look like a cheep hooker. And I'm not changing t run around town with you, pretending it's middle earth!"
"Fine, lets go. But don't say I didn't warn you!" with that, Amydiel spun out of the room, her long, color-clashing hair flipping behind her.
"Might as well get this over with." Lucy said with a defeated sigh.
If only she knew.
I know it was short, but the next chapters will be longer, hopefully.
So, thought, feeling? Please let me know!