Hillside Condos
Westchester, New York
Sunday, August 31st
7:40 p.m
Reagan was angry. Which wasn't anything new, but this time it was real rage. Mostly because her annoying, polar opposite, pink loving Barbie of a sister was humming some girly song and doing the dishes. She dug her hand into a bag of salt and vinegar chips, something familiar of her home with her father.
"I'm gonna hum this remote straight at you if you don't stop being so 'Sound of Music'-y," She warned. Melanie just seemed to smile at her and discontinued whistling.
"Oh, Reagan, lighten up. What is it that is bothering you?" She asked, scrubbing a plate.
Reagan clenched her fists. "You know exactly what's bothering me." She seethed at the thought again. "It's because instead of just taking me with him, dad's gone off way up to northern Canada for a year." She closed her eyes and imagined her custom black and orange Polaris IQR modified sled ripping through the fresh Yukon powder. But she opened her eyes to her annoying sister's puffy pink lips in a pout in the kitchen.
Melanie smiled softly and sympathetically, which made Reagan more mad. She always looked like she was some sort of 50's housewife, yet modern. Even though they were twins, they couldn't be more opposite.
Luckily they were fraternal and not identical. Melanie had soft, sweet blue eyes. Her skin was very soft white and she had very straight white-blond hair that came down to the top of her shoulders. Right now it was being held back by a coral pink headband that matched her nails and the apron she was wearing over a white sundress. She also had pink puffy lips that were always either pouting or smiling. Her tiny button nose had a dusting of freckles across it and typically crinkled around things like Reagan's truck. She was of very small stature, standing at about 5'4" at the age of 18. She was also very tiny and frail. Again, very Barbie like. She was training to be a CNA (Certified Nurse's Assistant) just like their mother, who raised Melanie and looked like an older version of her too.
Reagan, as true with her personality as well, was the polar opposite. She towered nearly everybody she'd ever met. She was 5'8" and it was another reason her sister wasn't sure how to handle her. She was very strong willed, stubborn, and a spitting image of her father. She was always one of the guys because at a young age, her parents split up. Her father didn't want to be tied down, nor have two daughters. He took Reagan because even from birth, she was very different. She got her first snowmobile at the small age of two. Ever since, her father trained her for snocross, which she started at five. They were really close. When she wasn't working on her sled, she was in her father's mechanic shop or helping her other racing friends, ranging from motocross to snocross to truck and prostock, modifieds, etc. She had dark, red brown hair that reached halfway down her shoulder blades, a tan from the summer (with a tan line from her orange braided ankle bracelet), and dually pierced ears. She was the younger one out of the two but the only one with a license. She hated toting her sister everywhere. Reagan typically had two moods; mad and less mad. She hated how prissy her mother and sister were. But she had no choice but to stay in New York with them until her dad came back from Canada.
"I honestly think you're going to adore OCD." Melanie snapped Reagan from her thoughts. Reagan would rather be back in North Carolina with the guys. But she had no choice but to start at a private academy with her perfectionist, feminine sister. The thought was more than she could handle.
She jumped up from the white wicker armchair she had been sitting cross-legged in and slid the glass door open. She walked out onto the tiled patio from their 4th story condo, which in this building was the highest floor. She leaned on the wrought iron fencing and pulled out her Android. No messages, no calls, no anything from anyone. She looked at the last message she had from her father. It was a picture of a huge R he carved with his Ski-Doo in Canada. 'Deep pow. Thinking of you. Don't hate me forever. Be good in school tomorrow. Xoxo, dad.'
"Gahhhh." She growl/sighed in frustration. She knew exactly where she wanted to be.. And exactly where she was. Hell.
