Mary calls fo' me to come back, Miss. Lizabeth even joinin' in after a minute. I gotta finish my lessons fo' the day, she keeps on sayin', but I don't care no more. How can I keep on tryin' to be a good sister, when she don't try even a little bit? She don't kno' nothin' bout my life, save fo' the public details. Cecile can tell that daddy an' I ain't real close, that I don't like how much he love me- even though I've told 'er nothin' of the sort. An' she black. Mary my own sister, my own twin, an' it ain't even seem like she care.
We ain't never gonna be close, no matter if I try or not. Even if she were to change an' try as well, we'd never be close. We jus' too different.
"Corinne, c'mon. Why you so upset now?"
Though I still real upset, I can't help myself an' I turn 'round to my sister, who now looks at me from the end of the hall. There's a storm in 'er eyes, an' her posture is real bad- her shoulder hunched forward. She looks a mix of emotions- sad an' angry but most of all jus' confused.
"It nothin' Mary, jus' go back to Miss. Lizabeth," I say, my anger leavin' me with the words I say. I jus' kinda disappointed, in everythin'. I'll miss Mary when she gone- but that it. Eventually I'll get over it, an' if she even misses me at all she'll get over it too. Our bond ended when we left our mother.
"You come back with me."
I shake my head, an' sigh real quiet. I wish I were able to cry now, I feel like I gotta get it outta me. But I all outta tears; I all dried up.
She smiles, with only her lips, an' it's then I kno' that she understand. She kno' we ain't neva gonna be sisters. She kno' that we both done tryin'.
"You sure?" But she don't wait fo' no response, fo' she's already turned aroun' an' walkin' back the other way.
I stare after her fo' a moment, watchin' the back of 'er silk, red dress flutter with each step she takes. It got folds of gold threaded into it, an' a black bodice- a strange look when first sought. But it really is all pretty if you watch it fo' awhile, like Mary herself. I always been told that I the pretty twin, but I dunno, I think I jus' a different kinda pretty. Maybe jus' the red without all the gold, cause with Mary- one look jus' ain't enough.
My life once was the easiest, with every wish bein' granted. With one flutter of an eyelash I could get everyone to do anythin', I still could if I wanted. But this year, an' las' I was thinkin' that maybe I got it harder now. But maybe I wron'- maybe I am lucky. There ain't no lotta people who got time to take a secon' glance.
We ain't never gonna be close, no matter if I try or not. Even if she were to change an' try as well, we'd never be close. We jus' too different.
"Corinne, c'mon. Why you so upset now?"
Though I still real upset, I can't help myself an' I turn 'round to my sister, who now looks at me from the end of the hall. There's a storm in 'er eyes, an' her posture is real bad- her shoulder hunched forward. She looks a mix of emotions- sad an' angry but most of all jus' confused.
"It nothin' Mary, jus' go back to Miss. Lizabeth," I say, my anger leavin' me with the words I say. I jus' kinda disappointed, in everythin'. I'll miss Mary when she gone- but that it. Eventually I'll get over it, an' if she even misses me at all she'll get over it too. Our bond ended when we left our mother.
"You come back with me."
I shake my head, an' sigh real quiet. I wish I were able to cry now, I feel like I gotta get it outta me. But I all outta tears; I all dried up.
She smiles, with only her lips, an' it's then I kno' that she understand. She kno' we ain't neva gonna be sisters. She kno' that we both done tryin'.
"You sure?" But she don't wait fo' no response, fo' she's already turned aroun' an' walkin' back the other way.
I stare after her fo' a moment, watchin' the back of 'er silk, red dress flutter with each step she takes. It got folds of gold threaded into it, an' a black bodice- a strange look when first sought. But it really is all pretty if you watch it fo' awhile, like Mary herself. I always been told that I the pretty twin, but I dunno, I think I jus' a different kinda pretty. Maybe jus' the red without all the gold, cause with Mary- one look jus' ain't enough.
My life once was the easiest, with every wish bein' granted. With one flutter of an eyelash I could get everyone to do anythin', I still could if I wanted. But this year, an' las' I was thinkin' that maybe I got it harder now. But maybe I wron'- maybe I am lucky. There ain't no lotta people who got time to take a secon' glance.
