Chapter Two: When Sisters are too much

The room was hushed and no one was around. I felt better than yesterday, but I knew that would come to end. Lauren and Carolyn (my sister and our friend) were to come today. Hell will become Heaven today when I reunite with my sister.
A huge explosion shattered my thoughts and brought up my excitement. I left the room in a hurry and saw Carolyn running and Lauren fighting as they were running away from the oz soldiers. It's just like them to act opposite of each other. I ran as fast as my chubby legs could take me to get to the docking and join the fun that was waiting for me.
"Stephie, come back here. We don't need any more chaos than what's already going on," Noin shouted as I leapt into my gundam and took off.
Nothing could keep me from having fun not even the lessons I was getting later because I have a low IQ in the war that's going on. Lauren was giving it all she got to get rid of the Oz soldiers in her way. Which are explosives, explosives, and explosives. She really isn't so great with fighting because she has no clue how to fight. The battle went on for quite some time. Caroline was exhausted before we knew it.
Finally when the last oz suit blew up in red flames we headed for the aircraft. Maybe it was good that we were fighting for what we believed in now. I'm getting ahead of myself again.
"Lauren, why the hell did you start a fight," I yelled at her while she was walking towards the rec. room. "I'll have this conversation with you later."
"Stephie, it's not like she died or anything. So chill," Carolyn reassured and followed Lauren. "If you to knew any better, you'd wait after the training to fight."
"Whatever. It's not like you waited till after the training." Carolyn and Lauren strutted in to the room. I was so pissed that moment that I didn't want to see anyone. Till that braided baka (Quatre told me on the phone awhile back that Duo was an idiot).
"So, I heard you went out in battle to save your sister and her friend. Why?" Duo questioned.
"I care for them to much. Just leave me alone. I can't waste my time talking to braided taros when I have to watch my sister's every move." He glared into my eyes, which freaked me out.
"Quatre would say the same thing, except for the braided taros part." I couldn't believe the nerve of that taro. Couldn't he just find a hobby? I decided to go find Quatre, but of course I found Noin instead.
"I told you not to go out there. It's to dangerous for amateurs like yourselves," Noin lectured. "The battle fields are to rough for all of you, especially your younger sister and her friend."
"I thought amateurs are more dangerous." I left her there in the hall. What nerve that lady has? She's not my mother. All I know is that I want out of this stupid place. My room was just a few more steps from where I stopped. I didn't feel up to seeing Quatre or any of his baka friends.
I entered the room and swept my feet over my bed sitting on the middle of my handmade-blue quilt. I stared at the whitewashed ceiling and the bookshelves where I placed all my favorite romance novels. There was a few mangas in the collection of books. Pictures of my sister and I on vacations were hung above the worn out desk.
My half brother, Marth, was also in one picture. His dark brown eyes with the light dancing on them haunted me. Haunted my mind since the day he died during his training for Oz. I remember his last letter that now sits in my trunk still, begging to be brought out.
It says: Dear Stephie, Lauren, and Mother, I hope all of you are well. Oz training camp has taught me to protect my beliefs and country. I hope I can do that as well as all of you. In the past I was a killer-craved boy now I'm a gentleman. I also think I have a future planned for myself. A wife and children running around in the yard screaming that they are free from everything else. Glad to be under Oz's power. I know my letters are brief but I wanted to tell everyone. When I come back, Stephie will you read me that story about freedom again? Your Loving Brother,

Marth

Who cares about his beliefs? I do because I want freedom. Quatre came into the room with cookies and chocolate milk. Of course he's bribing me. I can tell with his grieve stricken face.
"Want a cookie," Quatre offered.
"No, I know what you're here for just tell me," I screamed into his face. My face felt numb and I fell over onto the floor.

To be continued...