"Get back here you useless piles of trash!" My sister laughed incredulously and turned her head a bit to yell back. As if we weren't in enough trouble already.
"Who you're calling piles of trash, you senile old man!" We both sped up as said old man starting yowling out curses and shouts. My sister of course found this hilarious while I kept my mouth shut and tried to keep a grip on the bag hanging from my hands.
After running for a few more minutes we managed to lose the persistent elder and stopped to take a break in the forest. My sister and I both had our hands on our knees to try and catch our breaths.
"Caterina . . . Was that . . . ha . . . necessary?" I managed to ask while panting. Caterina, though out of breath, gave me a toothy grin like she always does when she knows she's done something stupid.
"Of course it was!" Rolling my eyes at my sister's reply, I sat down with my back leaning against a tree trunk and opened the bag we took from the old man. "Besides, if it wasn't for me we wouldn't have this, now would we Esperanza?" I gave her a shy smile and nodded my head.
Opening the bag, we began digging into what may be our last meal. Because knowing our father, we wouldn't be having another one any time soon.
My name is Esperanza Corbet. A first name from Spain and a last name from France. I have long dark brown hair that I leave loose. Annoyingly, my hair has this one stubborn cowlick on the top of my head that does not stay flatten against my head. I always wear the same thing, an oversized yellow sweater with sleeves so long that it goes over my hands and the neckline drops over my right shoulder. Underneath it, I wear a dark red tank top that can be seen on my shoulder. I have tight dark red jeans and large sneakers decorated in the colors red and yellow.
My sister's name is Caterina Corbet. A first name in Italian and the last in French. She has wavy dark brown hair that ends mid-back and her eyes are hazel. She wears the same outfit everyday as well. Tight white pants, and a green sweater with a white tank top. She wears a thick dark red headband in her hair and fingerless dark red gloves on her hands.
If paid close attention, people can see we represent our birth countries in our clothing. We also represent them in our likes and dislikes. But that's for later.
"Hey Caterina," I asked uncertain. "You don't think Francis will get too mad do you?" Furrowing my eyebrows in worry, I put down the apple I had in my hand. Caterina was in the middle of taking a bite before stopping at my question.
"Well," Caterina began thinking seriously. "I don't really think he'd do anything too bad to us, don't you think so?" She let out a laugh and resumed by taking a giant bite of her apple. Smiling in amusement at her positive thinking, I continued eating my portion of the food.
In truth, Francis wouldn't lay a hand on us. But he always comes up with the worst punishment he can. Our father always had the ability to think of the punishments that seemed to have a big effect on us.
"Are you done yet Esperanza?" Looking up at Caterina, I finished the rest of my portion and wiped the crumbs off my jeans. I stood up and followed Caterina towards the house.
Caterina and I didn't steal from people before. I believe that started when we were adopted by Francis and his wife, Michelle. Michelle was kind enough to get us to relax and trust them. She was, however, very passive and let Francis make all the decisions. Big mistake.
It wasn't that long ago that they adopted us. Caterina was 11, and I was 10. Before we were adopted, we lived in the same orphanage. Caterina was born and raised in Southern Italy until she was three years old. Then, she was sent to the orphanage in France. I was born and raised in Spain until I was two and a half. Then, I was sent to the same orphanage in France as well.
While Caterina and I were in the orphanage we ended up being best friends. I was quiet, she was loud. I took my time, she liked things fast and quick. I was pushed over, she was brash. Complete opposites, but we worked together. When I was picked on, she defended me. When she was getting herself in trouble, I managed to talk her out of her. But we also were able to work rebelliously as well. If we felt that the adults were doing something wrong, we would remember it for a long time. And eventually, teach them a lesson. Our plans were always well thought out, so we never got caught.
But it seemed as though the orphanage was tired from our get equal rights ideas. Eventually, they found out it was us and it became their top priority to find us a home and get us as far as away as possible. They sent us any place far enough, even going as far as sending us to the middle of England. Unfortunately, the families there didn't want us. When Caterina and I don't want to go somewhere, we'll find a way to get ourselves back to where we were.
However, that all changed when Francis and Michelle came in the picture. It was fun to mess with them, very fun. We drove them to hell and back. Yet Francis never gave us back. He was stubborn as we were. And for three years we've been in an endless power struggle.
Who knew Francis would actually win?
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Caterina's voice was somehow amplified throughout the room. I was next to her clinging on her right side. We were both in Francis's office in front of his desk. Francis was sitting behind it with an annoy smile of victory. He just dropped the bomb that destroyed our forces.
He was sending us away. And not back to the orphanage. To some boarding school called Kadic.
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