What's up? This is a short story I'm making for Freax. It revolves around two sisters and their wild yet short lived life in the Murder Capitol of the World. Enjoy!
"Land! Oh sweet land! How I've missed you so!"
"Don't get too attached yet feather head, we still have two hours of driving to do."
"God dammit."
Joanna Heitch threw her head back and laughed as Abbey pulled herself off of the airports sparkly white floor. Joanna couldn't blame her sister; the 4 hour flight from Billings, Montana to the sunny Californian coast was boring as hell. Joanna had left her drawing pencils in her suitcase, same with Abbeys records and player. But they had survived nonetheless, with Joanna's choice of sleep and Abbeys, how did she put it, "anything with alcohol". They were now in the airport two hours away from Santa Carla, their new home.
"I am not riding in that." Said Abbey stubbornly as they looked over the vehicle, a white hippie van, with a smiling sun on the hood and a rainbow decoration on each of its large back windows.
"Yes you are." Joanna replied. She popped the trunk and began to place the luggage in the rather large backseat.
Abbey released an un-lady like groan, "Did it have to be a hippie van?"
"How else would we fit all of your instruments?"
"Well what did you want me to do? Take three different flights to Montana and back to get them all here?"
"Shut up and help me."
After five minutes of stuffing and shoving, the two sisters were sitting in the front seat of the vehicle, Joanna driving and Abbey sitting shotgun, on their way to the fabulous Santa Carla.
"Oh, oh, we're halfway there. Oh, oh, we're livin' on a prayer! Take my hand, and we'll make it I swear, oh, oh, we're livin' on a prayer!" Abbeys voice rang loud and pure through the air, completely drowning out Bon Jovi's own vocals, while Joanna laughed and pounded her hands on the steering wheel to the beat.
Abbey was the older sister of the duo at 24 years old, with straight, shoulder length blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, sun kissed skin and a beauty mark on her left cheek. She wasn't too busty, but her curves made up for the lack of cleavage, and despite her delicate features she was indeed quite the spitfire, though she was usually quite laid back and happy. She was outgoing, completely unafraid to speak her mind, around five foot eight, and she sang with a power and talent that would challenge Joan Jett, but she wasn't famous, and had no desire to be. She didn't fancy girly clothes, more punk styled. Today she wore black shorts, a baggy grey t-shirt, cowboy boots and a shark tooth necklace.
Joanna was the younger sister at 22; she had long auburn curls that cascaded to the small of her back, doe eyes, and pale skin with a line of freckles across her nose. She had more breast than Abbey, but she was shorter, around five foot four, and had a petite stature. She wasn't extremely curvy, but she still had the figure of hips and waist. She had sharp facial features, but she was still quite stunning. She was smiley, but shy and it took her a while to warm up to you, but when she did she was pretty talkative and open. She was an amazing artist, and she loved to paint and draw with all of her heart. Aside from Abbeys edgy style, Joanna dressed more like a lady. Today she wore a knee length blue sundress, with a pair of brown flats and a tan cardigan.
"So," Abbey said loudly, turning down the radio and looking at her little sister, "Let's talk."
Joanna looked suspiciously at her sister out of the corner of her eye, "About what?"
"Matt." Joanna sighed. Matt was Joanna's old boyfriend from Billings. Matt was a handsome boy, with dark curly hair and solid green eyes. When Joanna had agreed to move to Santa Carla with Abbey, she hadn't even thought twice about him, but a few months before they left she had broken off with him. She had been really hurt about it for a while, and she just recently started getting over it, but it was still painful to think about it.
"What about Matt?" She asked softly.
"Jo, if you wanna go back to him then I will personally buy you a one way ticket." Abbey said seriously.
"No," Joanna chuckled, "I think I made the right choice by coming with you, I think I'm gonna like Santa Carla." She smiled at her big sister. Abbey grinned to her as well, but turned to look out the window instead of holding her sisters gaze. Abbey could not see Joanna in Santa Carla. Shy, composed Joanna, the big world had never really been for her, and her sudden decision to move with her older sister to such a wild place had shocked her to the core. It wasn't like Abbey wasn't grateful that her sister wanted to come with her to the warmth and comfort California promised, she just worried that she was diving in too deep. The thought of Joanna being in any place like Santa Carla scared Abbey a little.
"Abbs, look!" Joanna pointed out the window at a large sign with the name written in swirling letters, "We're here."
"Finally!" Abbey exclaimed leaning forward, all of her previous worry gone, for now.
All of a sudden, Joanna began to laugh. Abbey frowned, though amused at her sister, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Joanna said a little breathlessly. She began to bounce up and down on the seat and squeal like a small child, "We're moving!"
Abbey snorted. Joanna wasn't one for openly expressing how she felt, so when she was excited she usually let it escalate to its peak, and then let it out in short bursts. Chuckling at her sister, Abbey twisted in her seat to look back, but what she saw did bring her more happiness, but stalled it, for written on the back of the sign was Murder Capitol of the World. But, being Abbey, she simply stared for a second before breaking into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Now it was Joanna's turn to ask what was so funny.
"These people are crazy!" Abbey wheezed.
Joanna rolled her eyes, "You're so weird." She reached over and turned up the radio.
Little did they know then, that sign was a warning for the living.
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