Hey all, I was bored and had some time so I wrote this. Haven't written in a while so not sure it's good, hope someone enjoys it.
For a good portion of her childhood, Dinah Laurel Lance had a second shadow. Just like every younger sibling, Sara learned to walk, then wanted nothing more then to follow her elder sister. Bedtime was the only occasion that little Laurel could spend time on her own, and even that didn't last long after the youngest Lance traded her crib for a bed.
Sara had never slept well during storms, and she usually found her way into her parents' bed whenever one was raging outside. But when she was around 3 years old, there was a storm on a night the sisters' had been left in the care of a babysitter. It had to be approaching midnight when she decided the branch scratching against her bedroom window was really a monster coming to get her and the thunder was it's growl. She started going toward her parents' room before she remembered that they weren't home, so she altered her course to her sister's room instead. Laurel had been initially scared at being woken up by something in her room, but the fear was replaced by annoyance when she realized it was only Sara. Who announced that her room was infested with monsters as she crawled into her bed. Laurel told her that it was just thunder and started counting the time between the lightning and thunder, to prove it wasn't a monster's growl. She had learned this trick from a kid at school. Sara wasn't convinced. Their parent's found them in the morning, passed out in a pile of Laurel's pillows. From that night onward, Sara would go into Laurel's room whenever she was scared or upset by something.
That is, until the shark. Sara had been 8 when they took a family trip to the Starling City Aquarium. Both girls had gotten a souvenir plush toy from the gift shop. Laurel had chosen the jelly fish, while her younger sister had decided on the shark. That shark took her place as Sara's protector and main confidant. Laurel knew she should have been happy to finally be able to get a full night's sleep, but she missed their late nights complaining about some trivial thing that had happened. That shark had marked the start of Sara's independence. And Laurel would always hate that stupid shark.