I stood in the back of the grocery story staring blankly at a bag of potato chips. "Mesquite? What the hell is mesquite? Is it made from mosquitoes?" I asked some person who was restocking the shelves.
"Um….."
"Fine then, don't answer me!" I stormed away leaving the poor guy just standing there.
My mom gave me a look but said nothing. She was used to me. My sister Amy ran to the side of the shopping cart and put in a gallon of milk.
No one who looks at Amy and me believes we're sisters. They're even less likely to believe we're twins. We're opposites in every way, shape and form. Her hair's blonde, mines black. Her eyes are pale blue, mine are acid green. She's short, I'm tall. She looks innocent…. I just look like I'll kill you at any given moment.
The doctors say we're identical twins. I think I'm adopted.
"Mom can I get some chips?"
"No," such a simple word, yet it never ceases to piss me off.
"Pop then?"
"No," sometimes I think she's just programmed to say no at every single thing I say, like the parakeet that lives in the kitchen.
"Amy you ask."
"No," My god if Mom weren't a red head Amy and Mom would be the twins.
Fine, let the begging begin. "Please Mom"
"No"
"Mommy."
"No"
"I love you Mommy." Now we enter the phase where she just wants me to shut up. At this point I'll either get my way or get grounded.
"Just shut up" that means 'yes' by the way.
I win, now I get chips and pop.
I skipped away happily, thrilled with my victory.
Amy chased after me, she's like a puppy dog. A really annoying human puppy dog.
"What?" now the time began in which I was harassed about knowledge I had that she wanted.
Instinctively I shied away at the amount of pink she was wearing. In turn she shied away from the black I was wearing. I told you, opposites.
"What do you know about dreams?"
"They're manifestations of the mind, bye now"
"I mean dream interpretation."
"Dreams tend to mean different things, see ya".
"Dream demons though, you mentioned those before."
"I've read about paranormal dream experiences before, yes. Though half the time people claiming that they have a dream demon are just trying to get attention. Especially teenagers." I'm 16 so I cant really judge teenagers, but hey it'll probably make Amy shut up.
"Sissy," god no, not the sissy word, "I keep dreaming about a person who's trying to kill me and…"
I grabbed a case of mountain dew off the shelf, along with a bag of the mysterious mesquite chips "just a common nightmare I'm sure."
"Erin! I swear to god it's not, I wake up and I'm actually hurt." She pulled up her sleeve revealing several long thin scratch marks. She looked at me tearfully, "Freddy wants me dead".
I smiled, now I got it. "You've been listening to those children again haven't you! And it gave you nightmares? That's sad Amy, real sad".
"It's true!"
"one two Freddy's comin' for you" Amy ran back to Mom and the cart. I waked back calmly, still chanting the jump rope song. Amy hates that rhyme, in her exact words it gives her the heeby jeeby's, what the heeby jeeby's are exactly I will never know. I think it's the feeling I get when I'm faced down with pink or Hilary Duff music.
My sister can be really sad sometimes. I'm going to pay for this dearly later, I just know it.
It'll involve Polly, it always does.
Notes-
Polly is the parakeet, Erin has a feud with that bird that no one can explain. Amy loves Hilary Duff, which is one of Erin's weaknesses.
Hope you liked my first chapter.
Freddy'll be in the next chapter.
Devils dictionary- LOVE, n.
A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently
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