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~*~*~*~Lou's Author's note~*~*~*~
Lou here! The only reason I'm updating so soon is because Sophie updated sooner than I expected she would, and when I read it, it inspired me to write. And I'm sleepy!!
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I held the white, crisp envelope in my hand for seconds, staring at the cursive handwriting that undoubtedly belonged to Axel, which was before Rory swiped it from me.
"Rory, we should cherish these moments, you know Axel only writes every couple of months." I said as Rory wrestled to open the envelope.
I yanked it from her grasp once again, deceiving, aren't I?
"You'll tear it if you're not careful." I said as I slipped my fingers under the lip and gently pulled out the folded pieces of paper, which was then taken by Rory.
She sat down at the breakfast table and placed the papers in front of her, murmuring quickly and quietly as she read. She laughed at some points and gasped at others, which caused her to read more quickly.
I watched her read. She was always first, first born, first one to speak, to walk, to hit puberty, go on a date. I actually hadn't even been on a date, never gone anywhere in all ways possible with a boy before. Why couldn't I ever be first at something? Was I cursed? Unlucky? Jinxed? Doomed to a destiny of loneliness and pure loathing of my sister? I'm not sure, some people die lonely, I hope to die young, and I don't want to be the oldest virgin that would just be worse than being me.
Rory pushed her chair back and stood up, "you can read it now." She said. Oh? I have to have her permission now? She picked up her books and walked upstairs.
I sat down in the seat opposite to where Rory had sat, rotated the papers so that the faced me and began to smooth out the creases that had already formed.
Axel was 22; he had left home at 19, looking for work, and then he came home one day and announced at dinner that he was joining the army. That's where he was now. But, at that announcement there had been many different emotions within the family. Myself and Rory where of course disappointed by his news, but happy at the same time, when he moved out it meant I could move into his room and not share with Rory, giving us the space that both of us needed. Father was proud, why wouldn't he be? His only son would be fighting for his country, honouring the land he loved. Mother was upset and acted as if she was losing him forever; like she had been told her son had a week left to live. Axel visited once a year, around Christmas, something I wasn't big on.
I dislike special occasions, not that I'm ungrateful, I just feel that they've become all about decoration and gifts, that the real reason we celebrate all these things have been trapped in a web of artificial smiles.
Axel spoke about what he had done in the past month, talked about the different firearms he had used, where I had no clue what he was talking about, told the comical story of he almost shot the General, a mean old man who walked with a limp and had a scar across his left eye. He then moved onto how bad the food was, his usual jokes about how he was afraid that the lentil soup might try to eat him instead of the other way around. Then it got to the serious stuff, he wrote that a couple of weeks ago he sprained his ankle while doing an exercise on the field and had to keep of it for a few days, then a childhood memory of when he broke his leg while climbing a tree. The ending was short, like always, he said he missed us, couldn't wait for Christmas and then said goodbye.
I stood up and placed the letter on the kitchen counter where my parents would see it for when they got back, they were out of town on their anniversary; a whole week of just Rory and myself, and only one day had passed.
I walked up the stairs and entered my room, I heard Rory talking, on the phone yet again. I shut the door behind me, leaned against it for a while, breathing in deeply and coordinate my thoughts.
I kicked off one of my black boots, it made a soft thump sound as it hit the wall next to the door to my closet to my right, I then kicked off the other black boot and it flew out the window to my left.
"Damn it." I whined, "why the hell do I keep you open?" I asked the window, I walked towards the window, half expecting it to reply.
I had about two feet when I tripped over something, I pushed out my arms, supporting my upper body, unluckily the denim jacket I was wearing restrained me from making that action, and so I fell flat on my face with a clunk.
I laid there in agony for a while, waiting to see if the pain that had shot up my nose would stop, I kneeled and regretted the action, a sharp pain rose up my knee and to my thigh, I winced and gritted my teeth while making a hissing sound.
"Why am I so accident prone?" I asked looking up at the ceiling, as if I was asking God.
No reply came.
I used the foot of my bed to help me up, I stood still for a while, regaining my balance. I turned around to see what it was that had tripped me up, and it was one of the books that Rory had thrown into my room. I kicked it with my good leg to my right, it clattered against the boot.
Then, slightly limping towards the window, I met another accident. Because I had left the window open all day, and because it had rained, there was a puddle of water on the wooden floorboards near to the window, and because I wasn't paying attention to the floor, I slipped and fell on my back and greeted the floor with a loud bang.
I moaned, not because of the pain, but because of the fact that nothing else worse could happen, I'd lost a boot, tripped and slipped, what next a napalm attack?
I spoke too soon, the vibrations that had gone through the floor when I landed and caused a bookshelf to wobble.
"Oh please, God, no." I whispered. Then I got hysterical as it tilted even more towards me, laughing manically.
Some of the books fell out and landed on my, then the heavy bookcase fell on me, I greeted it with"Oof."
I groaned under the muddle and yelled in my frustration, "Shit no!"
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A/N - That was basically me taking the piss, you see, I have been extremely accident prone today, I've split 3 drinks, dropped (and broken) one plate, almost fell down the stairs this morning, and this afternoon I tripped over a bean bag (I know - how could I not see it?) and I was in the garden earlier and got stung by a wasp.
Reviews are welcome - Lou
~*~*~*~Lou's Author's note~*~*~*~
Lou here! The only reason I'm updating so soon is because Sophie updated sooner than I expected she would, and when I read it, it inspired me to write. And I'm sleepy!!
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I held the white, crisp envelope in my hand for seconds, staring at the cursive handwriting that undoubtedly belonged to Axel, which was before Rory swiped it from me.
"Rory, we should cherish these moments, you know Axel only writes every couple of months." I said as Rory wrestled to open the envelope.
I yanked it from her grasp once again, deceiving, aren't I?
"You'll tear it if you're not careful." I said as I slipped my fingers under the lip and gently pulled out the folded pieces of paper, which was then taken by Rory.
She sat down at the breakfast table and placed the papers in front of her, murmuring quickly and quietly as she read. She laughed at some points and gasped at others, which caused her to read more quickly.
I watched her read. She was always first, first born, first one to speak, to walk, to hit puberty, go on a date. I actually hadn't even been on a date, never gone anywhere in all ways possible with a boy before. Why couldn't I ever be first at something? Was I cursed? Unlucky? Jinxed? Doomed to a destiny of loneliness and pure loathing of my sister? I'm not sure, some people die lonely, I hope to die young, and I don't want to be the oldest virgin that would just be worse than being me.
Rory pushed her chair back and stood up, "you can read it now." She said. Oh? I have to have her permission now? She picked up her books and walked upstairs.
I sat down in the seat opposite to where Rory had sat, rotated the papers so that the faced me and began to smooth out the creases that had already formed.
Axel was 22; he had left home at 19, looking for work, and then he came home one day and announced at dinner that he was joining the army. That's where he was now. But, at that announcement there had been many different emotions within the family. Myself and Rory where of course disappointed by his news, but happy at the same time, when he moved out it meant I could move into his room and not share with Rory, giving us the space that both of us needed. Father was proud, why wouldn't he be? His only son would be fighting for his country, honouring the land he loved. Mother was upset and acted as if she was losing him forever; like she had been told her son had a week left to live. Axel visited once a year, around Christmas, something I wasn't big on.
I dislike special occasions, not that I'm ungrateful, I just feel that they've become all about decoration and gifts, that the real reason we celebrate all these things have been trapped in a web of artificial smiles.
Axel spoke about what he had done in the past month, talked about the different firearms he had used, where I had no clue what he was talking about, told the comical story of he almost shot the General, a mean old man who walked with a limp and had a scar across his left eye. He then moved onto how bad the food was, his usual jokes about how he was afraid that the lentil soup might try to eat him instead of the other way around. Then it got to the serious stuff, he wrote that a couple of weeks ago he sprained his ankle while doing an exercise on the field and had to keep of it for a few days, then a childhood memory of when he broke his leg while climbing a tree. The ending was short, like always, he said he missed us, couldn't wait for Christmas and then said goodbye.
I stood up and placed the letter on the kitchen counter where my parents would see it for when they got back, they were out of town on their anniversary; a whole week of just Rory and myself, and only one day had passed.
I walked up the stairs and entered my room, I heard Rory talking, on the phone yet again. I shut the door behind me, leaned against it for a while, breathing in deeply and coordinate my thoughts.
I kicked off one of my black boots, it made a soft thump sound as it hit the wall next to the door to my closet to my right, I then kicked off the other black boot and it flew out the window to my left.
"Damn it." I whined, "why the hell do I keep you open?" I asked the window, I walked towards the window, half expecting it to reply.
I had about two feet when I tripped over something, I pushed out my arms, supporting my upper body, unluckily the denim jacket I was wearing restrained me from making that action, and so I fell flat on my face with a clunk.
I laid there in agony for a while, waiting to see if the pain that had shot up my nose would stop, I kneeled and regretted the action, a sharp pain rose up my knee and to my thigh, I winced and gritted my teeth while making a hissing sound.
"Why am I so accident prone?" I asked looking up at the ceiling, as if I was asking God.
No reply came.
I used the foot of my bed to help me up, I stood still for a while, regaining my balance. I turned around to see what it was that had tripped me up, and it was one of the books that Rory had thrown into my room. I kicked it with my good leg to my right, it clattered against the boot.
Then, slightly limping towards the window, I met another accident. Because I had left the window open all day, and because it had rained, there was a puddle of water on the wooden floorboards near to the window, and because I wasn't paying attention to the floor, I slipped and fell on my back and greeted the floor with a loud bang.
I moaned, not because of the pain, but because of the fact that nothing else worse could happen, I'd lost a boot, tripped and slipped, what next a napalm attack?
I spoke too soon, the vibrations that had gone through the floor when I landed and caused a bookshelf to wobble.
"Oh please, God, no." I whispered. Then I got hysterical as it tilted even more towards me, laughing manically.
Some of the books fell out and landed on my, then the heavy bookcase fell on me, I greeted it with"Oof."
I groaned under the muddle and yelled in my frustration, "Shit no!"
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A/N - That was basically me taking the piss, you see, I have been extremely accident prone today, I've split 3 drinks, dropped (and broken) one plate, almost fell down the stairs this morning, and this afternoon I tripped over a bean bag (I know - how could I not see it?) and I was in the garden earlier and got stung by a wasp.
Reviews are welcome - Lou
