sisters - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
My sister brushes back my frizzy hair. It isn't loving. It's more like the way you pull back curtains to let light in. For a moment I wonder if I'm confused. I can't blame myself for having clustered thoughts. I haven't had my coffee.
"Rachel," I mumble, staring up at what appears to be her angelic face.
"Come on," she says in that snappy voice. "You have to get up."
I open my eyes wide and see that it really is Rachel.
I sit straight up, smacking my head into something hard. I ignore the pain.
"What are you doing here?" I sputter, shocked she came into my room. We have always been so distant and different from each other.
"Trying to get you up," she responds, and then with a small smile, she yanks my socks off.
I scream as the cold air prickles my toes.
My life has just erupted into chaos.