"I'm going were?" Rizpah yelled across the room at her straight-faced father. He sat back in his straight back chair a lot like him, stiff, old and not caring if it hurt you or not as long as it was not affected.
"You are going to Aunt Rosalie no matter what you try to say to get me to reconsider! And that is final!" Rizpah stomped out of the room screaming in frustration. She did not want to go to Aunt Rosalie's to train to be a lady or how to be a good wife when she married, if she ever did.
Paul caught her by the arm as she went running down the hall nearly making her fall. "What's up?" he asked seeing her red face and eyes that looked like they would pop out of her head.
"Dad" she yelled throwing her arms in the air. "He is making me go to Aunt Rosalie to be taught to be a lady. What does he think I am? A Dog!" she put her hands by her side and looked at her older brother.
She was nearly as tall as he was and he was five feet eleven inches. Their hair and nose was the only thing that made them look like they were from the same family. They both had a small button nose and blond hair with a light brown to make it seam always dirty. The other kids would always tease them about their hair until Rizpah had shown them who the boss was. Even though she looked like she would brake at any touch, she was strong and new how to fight that is why she had wanted to become a Shitah Warrior at age six but instead her father told her if he heard one more thing about them, and he would kick her out of the house. She believed her father because her older brother, wanting to become a trickster, did not stop asking her father until he was kicked out at age 13 for not stopping. She would remember that day forever. Matt had always been her favorite brother next to Paul, and seeing him after their father had yelled at him to pack up and leave, gave her the shivers. His list words to her were "don't forget me and I won't forget you," he also told her he would have a Shitah Warrior come pretending to want a job being a nanny for her, so she could learn to fight. That was seven years ago and the only word she got from him was what the Shitah Warrior told her about his adventures.
She always remembered that time when she looked at Paul because he looked just like he did, wind stricken hair and lime green fervent eyes. Paul, now considered the older brother, was sent to train for night hood. To her dad there were only two of them but to Paul and Rizpah there was something still missing.
"I'm running!" she said trying to turn away but Paul held on to her. He new this day would come, she was the strong one in there family, not even there mother could bare there father after he kicked Matt out so she had killed herself leaving them to fend for themselves. "Just promise me something," he said pulling her into a hug, "you will come to my ordeal." He pulled her away knowing he could not hold the tears back any longer. They came down in long streams and her eyes filled to.
"No matter what I'll be there," she said. She hugged him one more time and ran down the hall to pack for her long adventure.