"Stop touching me, Leyla!" I grumbled shoving my 12year old sister off me. "Then help me! I've asked a million times," she whined. "Fine! Why they make us do this crap is unknown."
"Because we need to learn, so we can go to heaven with Pappaw."
"Bologna," I murmured.
"Huh?"
"Nothing. The answer's in John."
This is my life in a nutshell. I'm Schyler Niro. My eyes are boring green, my hair is blue-black, and i'm supposed to be the perfect Church daughter. Do i care? Not really.
She's my little sister Leyla Niro; She has Clear blue eyes, short, soft blonde hair, and she IS the perfect Church daughter. Do i care? Maybe.
"You didn't finish your studies last night, Schyler." Papa stated as we quietly ate our breakfast. "No, sir. I got tired; went to bed." I murmured apologetically. "I wonder if our Lord was tired." He said back, raising his eyebrow. A challenge. I knew the drill. Back down, say your sorry, that you'll do extra tonight, finish your food quickly, kiss on the cheek for Papa and Mama, leave. Never accept the challenge. That means punishment: Lashings and Fasting for three days.
"I told you to finish," Leyla smirked once it was safe to speak again. "Shut up, Leyla. I don't need your shit." I snapped. Her eyes widened. "What's wrong with you? You know that's wrong." She stated with earnest. "I don't care anymore, Ley. I'm tired of all this. I mean look at us! We're slaves to some big guy we've never met and if we question even anything like breakfast we get abused." I explain emphatically. "It's not abuse, It's disipline. We deserve it." Leyla explained.
"You're a clone."
"Am not."
"Sure. I'm gonna go find Mira and Toby."
"They did this to you," she said her voice lost behind me as i sprinted for the restroom to change.
Mira was in there when i got to it. "Wow, you weren't joking when you said 'religious freaks'." She smirked at my calf-length gray skirt and matching vest over a collared tee get up. "Duh?" I smirked darting into the stall. "Toby would laugh his ass off at you."
"Shut up, Mira. You don't think i don't already know this?"
"Just saying. You wanna come to a party tonight?"
"Televised? Pictures? Any way to get caught what-so-fucking-ever?"
"Nope. Just you, me, Toby, Lee, and some fun" she winked.
"Uhh, I dunno. My parents are already peeved at me. I'll see what i can do." I stammered, not liking what my new instincts told me that wink meant. "Oh come on. What are you chicken?" She teased. I emerged from the stall just then, she appraised the transformation with approving eyes. I let out the nervousness. She liked the dress; It was a deep purple mini, with a huge waist/belt thingy, fishnets, and ankle boots, with buckles. I went to the mirrors to make my face as great as the rest of me.
Mira was pretty in a dark way. She had black hair, and almond skin. Her thin bangs, hanging from teased hair, framed her contact blue eyes. She wore things like black leather, and brass knuckles. She was tough.
I want to be tough.
When i looked sufficient and presentable, she took my arm. "Now let's what we do to the boys," she winked and paraded us into the sunlight.
