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Rachel hurriedly tied her hair back in a ribbon as she rushed down the stairs. She had reached the last step and was about to set foot on the first floor when her mother's voice sounded from the top landing.
She moaned inwardly as she put on a face for her mother. "Yes, mother?" she asked politely, her eyes locked with her mom's identical blue ones. She waited patiently as her mother looked her over.
"I thought it best if I informed you that we are to leave for our trip back to Stirling in about three hours. I trust your things are together?"
Rachel's eyes widened. "Three hours? Mama, I thought we were leaving tomorrow!" she gasped, her eyes still wide.
Her mother looked shockingly at her daughter. "We were to leave then, but John has decided to leave earlier. He thinks it best that you spend more time in Stirling before the wedding," she explained, her eyes scanning her daughter still. "Don't tell me you haven't packed yet?"
Rachel sighed. "Of course I have mama but Ana-"
"Don't worry about Ana, she'll have time once she gets back from her voice lessons. She's due back any minute. Now, I'm off to tend to the arrangements for the hands, but I want you to make one last sweep of the house before we leave. Oh and Rachel," her mother called.
Rachel returned her eyes to her mother from her thoughtful scanning at the sound of her name. "Yes?"
"Please change out of those retched clothes. You'll be mistaken as a street rat," her mother said with a tone of dignity as she began to walk to her right.
"Please take off those clothes, you'll be mistaken as a street rat!" Rachel mimicked as she looked at her clothes. She wore simple brown pants, a white shirt untucked, and brown boots. "Too bad mother," she said softly as she made her way to the large front door. "Ana hasn't packed, and the last thing we need is Mr. Cutler to lecture both of us on preparation and responsibility!"
The girl walked through the streets as she continued to fuss over her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but it still hurt. It was small, but deep.
So, her eyes focused on the bright red line on the palm of her hand and not on the streets, it was no wonder she ran into someone.
However, as she looked at who she ran into, she felt her eyes widen, her mouth moving to form the word "shit," though no sound came out. She quickly turned around, hesitated in surprise for a moment, and cautiously walked away before breaking into a run around the corner.
About three blocks over, she ran into someone else. However, this time the person was smaller, about her height. "Oh come ON!" she shouted, her eyes rolling as she threw her hands in the air.
The girl she ran in to turned swiftly around and faced the back of her. "Ana?" she asked.
"That would be me.." she let off as she turned around.
Her dark brown eyes came up to meet the blue ones of her fraternal twin. "Ray?"
Rachel nodded, and grabbed her sister's hand. "Come on, we're leaving in two hours, and you haven't packed!"
And so, the younger twin led her sister back to the house, where she forced her to pack.
Rachel hurriedly tied her hair back in a ribbon as she rushed down the stairs. She had reached the last step and was about to set foot on the first floor when her mother's voice sounded from the top landing.
She moaned inwardly as she put on a face for her mother. "Yes, mother?" she asked politely, her eyes locked with her mom's identical blue ones. She waited patiently as her mother looked her over.
"I thought it best if I informed you that we are to leave for our trip back to Stirling in about three hours. I trust your things are together?"
Rachel's eyes widened. "Three hours? Mama, I thought we were leaving tomorrow!" she gasped, her eyes still wide.
Her mother looked shockingly at her daughter. "We were to leave then, but John has decided to leave earlier. He thinks it best that you spend more time in Stirling before the wedding," she explained, her eyes scanning her daughter still. "Don't tell me you haven't packed yet?"
Rachel sighed. "Of course I have mama but Ana-"
"Don't worry about Ana, she'll have time once she gets back from her voice lessons. She's due back any minute. Now, I'm off to tend to the arrangements for the hands, but I want you to make one last sweep of the house before we leave. Oh and Rachel," her mother called.
Rachel returned her eyes to her mother from her thoughtful scanning at the sound of her name. "Yes?"
"Please change out of those retched clothes. You'll be mistaken as a street rat," her mother said with a tone of dignity as she began to walk to her right.
"Please take off those clothes, you'll be mistaken as a street rat!" Rachel mimicked as she looked at her clothes. She wore simple brown pants, a white shirt untucked, and brown boots. "Too bad mother," she said softly as she made her way to the large front door. "Ana hasn't packed, and the last thing we need is Mr. Cutler to lecture both of us on preparation and responsibility!"
The girl walked through the streets as she continued to fuss over her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but it still hurt. It was small, but deep.
So, her eyes focused on the bright red line on the palm of her hand and not on the streets, it was no wonder she ran into someone.
However, as she looked at who she ran into, she felt her eyes widen, her mouth moving to form the word "shit," though no sound came out. She quickly turned around, hesitated in surprise for a moment, and cautiously walked away before breaking into a run around the corner.
About three blocks over, she ran into someone else. However, this time the person was smaller, about her height. "Oh come ON!" she shouted, her eyes rolling as she threw her hands in the air.
The girl she ran in to turned swiftly around and faced the back of her. "Ana?" she asked.
"That would be me.." she let off as she turned around.
Her dark brown eyes came up to meet the blue ones of her fraternal twin. "Ray?"
Rachel nodded, and grabbed her sister's hand. "Come on, we're leaving in two hours, and you haven't packed!"
And so, the younger twin led her sister back to the house, where she forced her to pack.