summary: They might not have been biologically related, but they were sisters. And sisters weren't supposed to fight–not like this.
a/n: Okay, this one's really random, even for me. The other day, my friend mentioned West Side Story (at least, that's what I think she said...), you know with the gangs/greasers snapping, closing in on each other... So yeah. Enjoy and review! (:
disclaimer: ... No, alright? Just no.
4 Sisters Snapped
"The bad guys just have to get lucky... once."
It was extremely weird.
Instead of garbed in plaid pleated skirts, we were in skintight jeans and our hairs were piled on top of heads.
Nine of my classmates and I were in the middle of the cafeteria (it was filthy instead of spotless). We were separated into two groups, five us wore pink shirts, and the other five wore baby blue. The rest of the student population was scared stiff behind the tables.
"You know what you did," Mick spat.
Bex shrugged coolly. "We didn't do nothin'."
"Oh, please!" Tina squealed. "You ruined everything!"
"Oh, please!" Macey mocked in a high-pitched voice, then, in her regular voice, "You did all the ruinin'!"
"Just admit it!" Kim ordered, with one hand on her hip.
Cammie stuck her nose in the air. "We don't know what you're talkin' 'bout."
"Stop playing dumb!" Courtney shrieked.
"Why don't you?" Liz retorted.
I shook my head furiously. This didn't make any sense. Ridiculous clothes, greasy lunch room, us sisters fighting, us talking like young women who didn't go to a prestigious private school, Liz sayingthat.
"Well, what do you have to say, hmm, Anna?" Courtney's voice rang.
I looked at her, wanting to yell, "What's going on?" but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth.
"Anna! Don't ignore me, Anna! I'm talking to you! Anna!"
My head jerked up and I looked around. I was in the cafeteria—the clean cafeteria! It was empty, except for me and nine pairs of eyes staring at me.
"What are you guys looking at?" I questioned dumbly.
"You!" they all voiced.
"But… But you're the ones being all weird!" I protested remembering what had happened only moments before.
"Whatever, Anna," Tina said with a roll of her eyes.
"We're going to be late…" Liz said, starting for the door.
"Let's go, Anna," Mick said, handing me my bag.
I stared at my sisters and thought, We would never do that… We would never wear that!