The Paranormals Chapter 3
"Rise and shine little Sis!" Alma sang perkily, opening the previously closed window, letting in all the sun and blinding my eyes.
I turned over on my bed to the other side and shifted my pillow over my head. I could never understand how she could be so bubbly in the morning while I was the complete opposite.
Of course, Alma wasn't the opposite of me only in morning attitudes. In fact if you looked at both of us side by side you wouldn't even think we were sisters.
Alma had wavy, flowing blonde hair, green eyes, and a lively personality that made her extremely popular when she was in high school.
She was the girl respected and admired by all her peers. The one that every guy would give his left arm to go out with. She was also the star student in the class that teachers and our parents praised after getting countless awards from the government and even a job there.
Then I come along with pin-straight, boring brown hair, freaky silver eyes, and the reputation of a social outcast; exiled to a small group of others like me because we weren't "cool enough". The highest grade I'd ever gotten was a B+ not because I was stupid, but because I saw no point in following Alma's footsteps like everyone wanted me to.
"Come on Rach, we go through this everyday. Besides you only have two weeks left of senior year and of getting up like this. When you get a job you can sleep later if you get good hours." She said this in her usual bright, cheery voice that shone out like the sunlight outside but I detected the slight unevenness with the last sentence.
"So anyway, do you have any occupation ideas at all?" she pressed.
Ughh… I wish she'd stop asking me that, she's been doing it for weeks on end.
In Woodside after high school you were supposed to immediately get a job. After graduation, students would bustle the streets looking for employment like they only had two weeks to live.
Because of the surge in job aspiration, very few people found satisfying jobs immediately. The rest were busy typing new resumes and going to continuous job interviews until an appeasing one was found.
"You're already late, I'll drive you in the hovercar to school" she said while putting on her denim jacket and grabbing her golden car keys.