Erica and Rosie stood facing each other. Erica, in her doorway, protecting the entrance to her cave of existence, and Rosie grasping one sca leather glove in one of her clenched fists. Erica and Rosie were sisters, although they looked nothing alike. They loved each other as sisters do, but they each blamed each other wholeheartedly for the flaws in their quite privileged lives.
"Well, you must have taken it. It was on my dressing table this morning, I haven't touched it, and now it's gone."
"Rosie, why would I only take one of your gloves? Seriously? If I actually wanted to borrow them, then surely I would have taken the necessary amount to wear on both my hands."
"Just to fuck with my head, I don't know! To cause me to freak out when you know I'm rushing. I need my other glove, it's bonfire night, and Elliot is already there!"
"What is your problem? And NO you are not looking for it in my room! It's probably in your bag or something. Have you checked your coat pockets?"
"Don't fucking patronise me, of course I have!"
"Stop swearing Rosie it doesn't make you look as cool as you think it does."
"Oh, fuck you Erica. Fine I'll just go and burn my fingers on sparklers or catch frostbite or something." Rosie spluttered as she stormed off down the stairs.
Erica sighed and closed her door, just as she heard Rosie slamming the front door as she left their house. Considering Rosie was barely a year younger than herself, she was so immature. She literally blew up at any opportunity. And it didn't help that her mum and dad indulged her about it.
Jane and Simon, their parents, were overjoyed when they found out that they were going to have Erica. And when she arrived, a perfect bundle of beautiful baby, they couldn't wait to begin living their life as the three of them. However, when Erica was two months old, Jane discovered that she was pregnant again. In consequence, Rosie has always felt disappointing and undesirable, and Erica has always felt intruded on, and as though she had not received her full amount of allocated devoted parent time. Often, the girls were mistaken for twins, which irritated them to no end.
Rosie and Erica were half thai, half english. They were both petite and slender, with straight and shiny chestnut locks. Erica liked to wear her hair very short, and Rosie had hers to her waist. Their mother, Jane, was raised in England by Thai parents
"Well, you must have taken it. It was on my dressing table this morning, I haven't touched it, and now it's gone."
"Rosie, why would I only take one of your gloves? Seriously? If I actually wanted to borrow them, then surely I would have taken the necessary amount to wear on both my hands."
"Just to fuck with my head, I don't know! To cause me to freak out when you know I'm rushing. I need my other glove, it's bonfire night, and Elliot is already there!"
"What is your problem? And NO you are not looking for it in my room! It's probably in your bag or something. Have you checked your coat pockets?"
"Don't fucking patronise me, of course I have!"
"Stop swearing Rosie it doesn't make you look as cool as you think it does."
"Oh, fuck you Erica. Fine I'll just go and burn my fingers on sparklers or catch frostbite or something." Rosie spluttered as she stormed off down the stairs.
Erica sighed and closed her door, just as she heard Rosie slamming the front door as she left their house. Considering Rosie was barely a year younger than herself, she was so immature. She literally blew up at any opportunity. And it didn't help that her mum and dad indulged her about it.
Jane and Simon, their parents, were overjoyed when they found out that they were going to have Erica. And when she arrived, a perfect bundle of beautiful baby, they couldn't wait to begin living their life as the three of them. However, when Erica was two months old, Jane discovered that she was pregnant again. In consequence, Rosie has always felt disappointing and undesirable, and Erica has always felt intruded on, and as though she had not received her full amount of allocated devoted parent time. Often, the girls were mistaken for twins, which irritated them to no end.
Rosie and Erica were half thai, half english. They were both petite and slender, with straight and shiny chestnut locks. Erica liked to wear her hair very short, and Rosie had hers to her waist. Their mother, Jane, was raised in England by Thai parents
