A STAR AND CRESCENT MOON
SHALL ALWAYS REMIND ME
"Hurry up!"
"I'm coming!" I yelled. Gezz, I'm fifteen, why can't I stay home for once?
"Finally!" Riesa exclaimed, Riesa is my older sister, my 22 year old, control-freak, virgin sister. She has black hair cut into a pixie and dark blue eyes sound good looking right? Now image all that over-weight by 110 pounds, and the acne of adolescent who diet is mainly chocolate.
"Whatever," I turned the volume up on my IPod. Today was family/movie day, my sister and I walked out of the house, toward our mom's van and get in. As soon dad pulled out of the drive-trough, onto the road, a car appeared out of nowhere, crashed into us, but instead of helping us, they drove off.
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