Skype - 2.
"Wake up, Sparamy!" Amy shouted as she roughly shook Sammy awake. Sammy's eyes opened slowly, still adjusting to the bright light her sister was shining in her face. She squinted, holding a hand in front of her face and looked at her sister, who was masked by darkness.
"Uh, who?" Sammy asked, unsure of what her sister was thinking. Amy rolled her eyes.
"Topher and I came up with it," Amy smirked. "It's suits you 'cause you're just a spare me! A spare Amy!" [1]
Sammy sighed and sat up on her bed. Amy was standing above her in her simple bra and panties, leaving Sammy to wonder what her sister was here for. Although just being worked up caused Sammy to yawn, barely concealing it in the dark earning a light slap from Amy.
"Um, I was talking!" Amy told Sammy, before yanking her arm and pulling the younger twin up. Unsure of what to do, Sammy blinked a few times at her sister. Amy then straightened out her spine and put her hands on either side of her hip.
"What's 'Skylar'?" She asked. Of course, Sammy knew what Amy was talking about, and making fun of her incapability to pronounce it could cause some stress and pain, especially on her side. Instead, Sammy looked down at the floor and lowered her head.
"Its an app," she mumbled. Amy let in a quick wisp of air before she exhaled slowly.
"I know that, Sparamy, but what does it do?" Amy asked. Sammy felt the heat rise up to her cheek as the memories of accidentally phoning the guy last night flashed into her mind, though she quickly came up with an answer to her sister's question.
"It's like a phoning app. You can call people and text them and video chat," Sammy explained, not wanting to let her sister know that she spent most of last night browsing through its capability. Amy hummed in understanding and pulled out her phone, showing Sammy the app, the bright lights from her phone returned to Sammy's view, causing the younger blonde to squint again.
"Help me set it up, Sparamy!" Amy told Sammy, in aggression. Sammy sighed and using one hand, quickly went through a few instructions that she remembered from setting up her own account last night. When she got to the sign in, she stepped back and Amy quickly entered in her username and email address.
Once she had finished setting it up, she showed Sammy the home screen when Sammy merely nodded, hopefully sending the message that Amy had solved it. Amy hummed and smirked smugly at her twin.
"Nice try Sparamy," Amy patted her sister's rather messy bed hair and finished off by ruffling it. "But next time, try and be useful!" And with that, Amy had shoved her sister onto the bed and left the room. Sammy sighed sadly, knowing her advice would always be cast aside as worthless.
Still awake, Sammy whipped out her phone, when realisation had dawned upon her; her sister wasn't confronting her, but rather wanting her help. A sly smile appeared on her face as she opened up her own Skype account. Now she could only pray that Amy wouldn't find her account on the website.
She hadn't really befriended anyone, but she had a chat with a few strangers due to some random set ups and from there she stemmed into some more complex tools about Skype. A rather helpful, yet flirtatious user, had explained his experience on Skype to her and had tried to catchup with Sammy at any time, to which she had to deny.
Sammy sent a text to him, wondering if he'd be up at 3:00am on a Saturday morning. Once sent, Sammy went into the App Store to search for some other apps that may interest her. Some caught her attention with their flashy colours and exquisite titles, although she couldn't really settle for one.
She was reading the description for a rather interesting, yet complex game when her phone buzzed and a banner appeared saying that TheCodemeister had replied to her text. Excited, she quickly swapped her apps to the Skype and read his text, a little too fast.
TheCodemeister: Yeah, I'm awake. How about you, gorgeous ;)
Sammy would have giggled at his comment, if she wasn't sitting in her bed at the ungodly hours that her sister had woken her up at. Instead, she decided to type a quick response to his comment.
Me: I'm awake. Awww, thanks :3
Immediately, she wasn't so sure of the classification of that text. Was it flirty, like Amy used with her boyfriend or was is attention seeking like her sister had always told her? She panicked slightly, hoping that Cody wouldn't get the wrong message until her phone vibrated.
TheCodemeister: I see you're using the kissy face I taught you ;)
Again with the winky face, though it kept the blush on Sammy's cheeks bright. She replied shortly after.
Me: Yeah. :)
TheCodemeister: Aww, are we back to smiley faces? :P
Me: I guess.
TheCodemeister: WHERE'S THE EMOTICON? DD:
Me: :)
TheCodemeister: Yay! You didn't forget! :D
Me: Hahaha. What's the laughing emoticon?
TheCodemeister: xD
Me: Oh thanks! :D
TheCodemeister: Anytime ;)
Sammy's heart may have jumped during that one post, as well as the fact that her jaw dropped also. She wasn't entirely oblivious to things like intercourse or anything dirty like that. Her parents were mainly responsible for that.
Before she knew it, Sammy's phone was ripped from her hands, and she immediately jumped up to see her sister holding her phone in her hand, sending the submissive twin an accusing glare. She knew she was busted now.
"Why are you on my phone?" Amy asked, anger laced in her voice. Sammy cocked her head to the side a little, not too much for it to be noticeable. She could have sworn that Amy had her phone a moment ago.
"Didn't you have your phone a moment ago?" Sammy asked, eyes widening as she realised what she had asked. Amy's eyes mirrored Sammy's and the dominant twin gave her a stone hard look. She carefully set the phone down by Sammy's bed and gripped the younger twin by the hair, yanking at the roots as she brought the submissive twin close to her face, Amy's short and hard breaths giving Sammy an uncomfortable feeling.
She lowered her head so her mouth was close by Sammy's ear and giggled rather humourlessly.
"Don't you ever back talk me, Sparamy," Amy threatened. She then released Sammy from her grip and heard the sound of footsteps from the hallway. Immediately, Amy lunged towards Sammy but instead of injuring her like she normally would, she had her arms around Sammy's body and her head in the crook of her neck.
Sammy, utterly confused looked at her sister's display of affection, blinking several times to check if it was a dream. Amy's head shot up from the crook of her neck with a strong glare and Sammy was now confused.
"Don't just stand there, hug me back, quick!" She snapped and Sammy immediately hugged Amy from where she was, mirroring the position her sister was currently in. The door then creaked open and Sammy saw the silhouette of her mother and father standing in the doorway, her mother with her hands on her hips and her father with his arms crossed.
"Amy? Sammy?" Her mother called, her tone passive-aggressive. Amy slowly pulled away from her sister, her arms still around Sammy's back and she looked up at her mother, her eyes slightly puffy and her expression groggy looking. Her mother raised an eyebrow and shifted in her stance. "What are you girls doing up so early?"
Amy rubbed her eyes with her fist, and replied, "I had a bad dream, Mum. Spar-Sammy was comforting me." The way Amy had said her name sounded so forced, yet she tried to hard to make it sound natural. Her mother's expression softened a little. The woman shifted her weight onto her other foot and her arms went slack.
"Sorry for interrupting girls, but you shouldn't be up this early causing so much ruckus," her mother scolded slightly. Amy nodded her head, and withdrew away from her sister completely. Her father then turned to look at Sammy.
"Is this true?" He asked. Sammy was hesitant at first, but knew that she should answer immediately otherwise it'd cause suspicious. She nodded her head. Her father was now the one who softened his expression and looked between the two girls. Her mother stepped forward and then handed Amy an item.
"We found this outside your door, dear," she told Amy softly. Amy nodded and hugged her mother, who returned the hug at equal the affection. "Try not to have nightmares again." She jokingly scolded making the twin chuckle.
Sammy felt someone pat her back and looked up to her father smiling kindly at her. She flashed a quick grin before she ducked her head and side glanced at her bed. The male of the room took note and grabbed his wife around by the waist.
"C'mon dear, maybe we could make use of this free time," he whispered, low and seductive. The woman giggled and the two left the room, each with an arm around the waist. Sammy sighed and turned to look at her sister who had pinned her against the bed.
"You're so lucky, sis!" Amy snarled. "Super, super lucky!" Amy released her sister, who was whimpering silently. She then stood up and left the room, leaving Sammy's phone at the end of the bed. Once Amy had slammed the door shut, Sammy crawled over the bed to retrieve her phone.
TheCodemeister: You still on?
TheCodemeister: It's been three minutes, are you still alive?
TheCodemeister: OMFG YOU'RE DEAD SHIT I NEED YOU CALL SOMEONE
Sammy chuckled slightly before put in a short reply.
Me: I'm still alive. Just tired xD
There was no reply for a while, although Sammy just kept smiling, as she set her phone aside and snuggled into her bed, falling asleep.
"Wake up, Sparamy!" Amy groaned, poking at her sister's face. Sammy woke up to see her sister all awake and in her school uniform. She saw the blinds were open and the sunlight harsh in her face, although illuminating her sister's appearance.
She shielded her eyes and climbed out of bed whilst Amy walked towards Sammy's trophy cabinet. The dominant twin wore a smirk as she looked over Sammy's many second place awards, all of which Amy had bested her in. Sammy quickly dressed into her school uniform and as she was putting her shoes on, she heard a deep sigh from her sister.
"You know, Sparamy," Amy began. "You really do look good in a silver medal."
Sammy was confused at first, until she realised what hidden insult Amy had laced within the statement. She dropped her head, and fixed her foot into her shoe before she stood up and grabbed her school bag. Amy walked past Sammy, not resisting the urge to knock her into the wall and left the room.
The submissive twin rubbed her forehead and walked out the door, following behind her sister. She took notice of how the hall was slightly knocked up, seeing a lamp leaning oddly against the wall, many photos laying on their sides and some paintings on the wall sitting rather crookedly.
She shook it off and descended the stairs where she saw her parents watching television, her mother's legs in her father's, and watched as they diverted their attention to the girls.
"Morning," her mother said but her father responded with a grunt. Amy and Sammy said their greetings and went over to the kitchen table where they both found some eggs and bacon. Amy snatched the bacon from Sammy's plate and gave Sammy her eggs before she began greedily eating the pig.
Breakfast in their household was normally very quiet and undisturbed. There was never any conversation, unless it was in hushed whispers, but it reminded Sammy that though her family was quite wealthy and spoiled her a lot, she was forever alone. Especially since Amy would snatch away the attention from her.
The submissive twin began eating too but not as fast or as hungrily as her sister. Sammy didn't normally eat anything for lunch or dinner, and she wouldn't normally get much food for breakfast either. Instead, she would eat fruit and drink water and coffee so she could keep going throughout the day.
Once she had finished her breakfast, Amy had dragged her through the house towards the door.
"Bye girls!" Their mother called out which Sammy responded by waving. Amy also waved, but more or less, half-heartedly. Amy then grabbed Sammy by the wrist and pulled her towards the street rather roughly whilst the submissive tried to keep up with the dominant's long strides. When they reached the pavement and Amy released Sammy and the foe began walking towards the bus stop.
"Do you have my homework?" Amy asked, a slight bitterness in her voice. Sammy nodded and reached into her bag, pulling out a very neat sheet of paper and handed it to Amy who was quick to take it off her and read over the answers. She nodded and shoved it into her own bag sending a sidewards glance at Sammy.
Sammy dropped her head when Amy's gaze met with her own and the dominant twin scoffed. Amy stopped and stood under Sammy, placing her finger underneath Sammy's chin, the end of her long nail tapping the underside of the submissive twin's jaw making her shudder silently.
Amy lifted her head up so the two girls were looking directly at each other. Sammy tried looking away but Amy's spectacular blue eyes had trapped her in a gaze. She smirked, her red lipstick looking very well done and her makeup bringing out her skin in such way the sun complimented.
Her blonde hair tickled her twin's forehead and Amy opened her mouth to speak.
"You know, Sparamy," Amy sighed. "When I see you, I think to myself, this is me." At first Sammy thought that Amy was complimenting her, since her sister took such pride in appearance. "And I think to myself, what must I do to get rid of that horribly pale skin and the colourless dry lips? Well of course, I need to take care of myself!" And that's when the wound had hit Sammy. She felt a sudden twist in her stomach something that caused her heart to ache slightly also.
No, Sammy. You're stronger than this, she told herself. Amy smirked at her sister, who's eyes went from curious to dull in a matter of seconds. She released her sister's chin and walked off, holding her posture up high.
Sammy stood at the pavement, the rest of her sister's words sinking in to make their mark. She clenched her fist, and trailed behind Amy, containing her urge to say something that she knew she would regret. The bus just pulled up and Amy had climbed on, with Sammy just catching it before the doors closed.
She found an empty seat near a window and sat down, staring out at the rest of the street. There were many happy school kids varying in ages. Sammy smiled sadly at them, seeing as she never had any light of happiness when she was younger, as it was always shredded away by Amy.
Sammy found herself, leaning back against the window of the bus as it took off, the tears she had falling from her eyes, without her even taking much notice. She closed her eyes, and imagined again, a happily balanced life where she and her sister could possibly get along together.
A small smile had appeared on her face, as she visioned her sister and her creation flower crowns in the most beautiful fields the world had to offer, with many varieties flowers bringing the field to life with their wide range of colours giving the area a positive aura about it.
She could see her sister leaning over towards her, a sparkling flower crown in hands. Sammy took notice that the whole flower crown was a light lavender colour, and smiled as her sister set it atop of her head. And in return, Sammy lifted up her pink flower crown and carefully placed it on her sister's head, watching as Amy's face illuminated in joy.
Sammy's own smile appeared on her face, until she noticed, in the depths of Amy's eyes, there was a dark presence, growing bigger by the second. She watched as the black aura had wiped all over her visions, and quickly opened her eyes, to see that the bus had just pulled up at school.
She turned her head into the aisle where one boy, with a green mohawk and piercings had rolled his eyes at her.
"Nerds," he muttered to himself before he climbed off the bus, going over to talk with a blonde haired male. Sammy sighed and got up, being the last person remaining on the bus, and walked towards the exit. She remembered to thank the bus driver, who responded with a rather quick wave as she climbed down the steps, where the students at her school were all ready gathering.
Sammy fixed the strap of her schoolbag, as she walked through the crowds, trying to avoid the judgemental stares of others as she passed by. She noticed that they would turn to their friends, and share their thoughts for the others to turn and look at her.
Many thoughts ran through Sammy's mind as she made her way to her locker, to find that in bright red lipstick, it read, 'Dropped Cheerleader' and 'Loser'. She sighed, and opened her locker, to only feel a cold wet substance to hit her in the face, making her scream in surprise.
All around her people were laughing, and pointing their fingers at her in a taunting matter. Right then, Sammy just wanted to shrink away to nothing, where she could erase herself from everyone's mind, and ultimately the world.
But Sammy knew well and truly that life is, and will forever be cruel. And she knew, there wasn't anything she could do about it.
[1] - Sorta took the quote out of Pahkitew Island xD
Now, questions to answer, has anyone worked out who may have been on the other side of the Skype call yet? And who is Codemeister (though I think it's obvious)?
Anyways, as you may have picked up on, I'll mainly share my thoughts in the footnote rather than the headnote, since I'd like to keep it neat.
Now I may not update as frequently as my other story, but I can say that I'll try my best to update once a month.
In my honest opinion, I think I may have taken a step back in Sammy's personality during the later half of the chapter, but I'll see what I can do with it :P.
So, since it's December 25th, I think it's fair if I say:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! :D
- Blue